We’ve been having incredible weather here. Days and days of sunshine (rare in Alaska), warm temps (again, rare in Alaska) and daylight stretching toward midnight.
How can a person possibly stay indoors and write?
Well, this person can’t.
I’ve had four days off from work and crammed in so much outdoor time that I’m almost giddy from it all.
Friday, we hung out at the beach, which was empty; we practically had the place to ourselves. We sat in the sand, soaked up the sun, and we talked and read and dozed and really, I don’t know where the time went but when we looked up, three and a half hours had passed.
Saturday was my birthday and I had signed up to run a half-marathon. How cool is it that there was a race on my birthday, eh? I woke to a hideous headache and almost didn’t run. I decided at the last minute to go for it, threw on my clothes and got to that start five minutes before the gun went off.
My partner, who is faster, stayed with me the whole race, which almost made me cry, that he gave up his race for me. My time wasn’t as awful as expected, I won third in my age group and if I hadn’t of had to stop for over a minute for a moose in the trail, I would have had a course PR.
The cool thing, though, is that as I passed one woman she asked my name and then said, “Oh, you’re the author. I read your book. I loved it.”
That totally made the race, I swear. What are the chances, eh?
After the race, we took the dog to the lake and then stopped and bought this:
Our own personal wading pool. It is SO neat. We can sit and read our books in the sun, dunk our feet and stay cool. We actually bought it for the dog but she refuses to go in, though she’ll jump in any type of smelly water we pass while running or hiking. (I know, I know: Those of you who live in the Lower 48 and are used to normal and hot summers, having a wading or swimming pool is no big deal. Here in Alaska, it’s kind of a blessing.)
And talking of hiking, last night we hit the Middle Fork Trail, one of my favorites. My partner and I both agreed (and Seriously, too) that even though Alaska can be a hard place, an obstinate place, a cold and ornery place, we are damned lucky, and grateful, to live here.