Summer in Alaska is a singular experience.
For starters, Alaskan summers are visually stunning. You don’t even want to blink let alone close your eyes for 8 of every 24 hours. There is too much to miss. This is nature donning her Sunday best every day for 3 months, and there is a wealth of activity! The fishing, hiking, boating, wildlife spotting…When the outdoors screams at you like that, you run to her.
Which means, June through August, you stay the F#$% awake.
Ironically, as luck (and biology) would have it, Alaskan summers are also treacherous.
Alaska is bursting with life, the more deadly of which (just like you) wakes up for summer. (Another reason to keep your eyes open ALL THE TIME). There are 3 types of bear, large unpredictable moose and big cats but there are also some pretty scary little guys.
As my son reminded me yesterday:
“Mom I think I saw a wasp. It was about 2 inches long with a HUGE stinger and red stripes…”
(FYI that was not a wasp)
Even some of the botanicals are out to get you. Digging in the garden last week I brushed up against a plant know to scar human flesh before remembering,
“oh right, poisonous…”
(I’m fine by the way.)
The offensive green was removed immediately as I can’t be expected to stay out of the garden…all summer…in Alaska…
Like I said, singular.
Severely singular…thrilling, intense, ubiquitously exhausting…
(No I’m pretty sure that’s a thing)
All of the above.
And the effect this has on those who live here is curious. About the end of July a strange sensation begins to take hold and suddenly, shockingly, bizarrely (for an inhabitant of a place with such a short summer)…
Winter starts to seem like a pretty cool concept.
(Eagle River with bear and Eagle River without. You decide)
Yeah winter, it’s dark, people sleep, there’s no bear, the poisonous plants are gone and the life cycle of the 2 inch red stripped ‘wasp’ has ended.
Winter…there’s an idea…
Is it September yet?