The last two weeks in Wasilla would make even the most stable individual doubt their choice of zip code. It blew an average of 40 mph for eight days straight and the temperature held steady at 12 degrees on the thermometer. I love my state, but sometimes I despise the tenacity of our weather patterns. It’s like our weather gets stuck in a rut, like a cd with a scratch that keeps repeating a 2 second phrase. This is a good deal when it works in our favor with sun or snow, but it usually repeats wind in the winter, and rain in the summer.
As soon as the wind started to diminish this afternoon, my brother and I took off in the 185 to go cruising. We took a beating getting out of the wind tunnel and into calmer air, but once over the mountains it was beautiful. Winter is great, but tonight I was looking at my photos from this past fall and I am looking forward to the next yellow and orange season.