After a long, at times dark, and consistently cold winter it is painfully apparent that the time has come for an inevitable change. But change is good. It always brings about a new perspective, a chance to reflect and start new. That was a big part of moving here....no, it was huge and very refreshing. So this time brings us to a parting of sort. The parting of all that winter stood for to us and the beginning of the regeneration of life around us. It has been said that "breaking up is hard to do". In Alaska, breaking up is flat a pain in the butt! The perma-ice that has layered everything 6 inches thick...or better...has become in many cases similar to a nightmarish pitted excursion on Mr. Toads Wild Ride. Puddles right smack in the middle of everything....this size of ponds and about as deep. What is really wild is when we get a couple nights that drop into the teens again and all of those puddles and melting ice glaze over. I commented to Maryann that next year I am taking advantage of my crampon comptable boots and buying a pair of crampons! Be it a vehicle or just two footin' it, it is a very uncomfortable feeling to loose traction and begin to launch. Now it's not like we never dealt with ice before, as Dorrington had plenty of it. But this is on a much bigger and broader scale as to anything we have ever had to wrestle with before. Just driving across a parking lot and you become a human bobble-head bumping, dumping and bouncing around the pits in the ice! I watched some poor woman go down in Home Depots parking lot the other morning. The parking lot is so sanded down that it looks like a beach. Problem comes when those puddles of melting ice freeze over night with a lite dusting of snow over the top and what you assume "to be sanded" is in reality a small ice pond. The rest is slick sailing and a courtship with gravity! Yes, I did risk my own neck to traverse out to her rescue. This will be life for a while until things warm up permanently and everything melts away. But the anticipation of Spring and it's bloom is overwhelming these days. It has definitely been a long cold winter. Giddee-up! We are at around 11 hours 50 minutes of daylight now and the daytime temps are in the mid 30's with nighttime temps dipping into the low 20's.
Which brings us to the trouble in paradise portion. Seems that Maraynn has found herself amidst a coupe' at work and tensions getting weird. Alot of change has been taking place and some of this chance has poured over into her schedule....and esteem. She has found herself feeling like she herself needs some change, and we all know what riders of risk we have become. So who knows what will happen in the long run. The good thing is that she has her 'wants' and her mind and spirit focused on such. This simple act alone will give aire for change to transpire. So we are holding on for a possible churning of the eddy and waiting to see what direction the tide will flow. Speaking of tide.
We went down the the beach the other day, first time in months as the cold, snow and ice have made it not only treacherous but too cold to cross. It was simply amazing. The beach was a literal plateau of layered icebergs and snow that sat about 5 feet off the actual beach surface. It was a virtual ice climbing expedition onto the beach. Except for the dogs who have all time 4 wheeldrive with built in traction control. It was just another 'first' for us and a spectle of nature and her craftiness.
This was also our first year to experience the Iditerod. John went to Anchorage with some friends and actually got to see the start of the race. Maryann and I snuggled up to the fire in front of the tv and watched the local coverage. It is amazing how darned excited these dogs are about pulling a sled equipped with supplies and a human 1000 miles from Anchorage to Nome through rugged terrain and raw countryside. There are several check points through out for the dogs and the musher's to re-up and many native villages as well. The race took about 10 days from start to finish with like 97 dog teams to start several dropping out along the way. There was a couple of doggie deaths and injuries to boot. Story goes that many years ago, there was a plague of sort in the far reaching villages and the only way to get the medicine from Anchorage to the villages was by teams of dogs pulling sled. This became somewhat of an annual tradition in the form of the Iditerod. Was quite impressive and really cool how through the day the radio would broadcast updates as to who stopped at a particular checkpoint that day, how long they were there and what time they left. Very easy to follow an exciting really! Cherokee and Kenai enjoyed to start with us. They were fascinated at all of the barking dogs on tv as their heads would tilt from side to side....like they understood everything the dogs on tv were saying. Do ya think?!
Well, sorry the posts have been far and few between this month. I guess life just caught us and time slipped by. Hope all is well on the outside. Say a prayer for Maryann as she faces yet another chapter of transition in the coming weeks. Rest assured it is good whatever it is and she has some pretty amazingly good feelings about it. After being self employed with a lucrative and successful business she built thoroughly from word of mouth for 12 years, she knows what she wants and where she stands. Broken promises, bull crap and females with ragging hormones aint it! Good luck to her. She will do whatever she puts her mind and soul to doing. I say this not because she is my wife, but because she has the guts, focus and determination to overcome anything that stands between her and her dreams.