Johnny Horton sang, “When it’s springtime in Alaska, it’s forty below,” and while it never gets that cold on Kodiak, spring often doesn’t arrive here until early June. This year, however, we are ahead of schedule. I am writing this on May 5th, and our grass is already green. The friendly fox that has been sleeping in our yard hasn’t shed his winter coat, but buds are forming on trees at the lower elevations, and much of the snow has melted on the mountain tops. Today, I saw my first morels of the year, confirming that spring has arrived.
While much of the rest of the country endured a frigid, snowy winter, ours was quite mild. In mid-January we had days when the mercury rose to nearly 50°. We did battle a few storms this winter, and one tore apart our dock, but then, weather is never boring on Kodiak. For me, the toughest part of the winter here is that the sun is very low on the horizon in December and January, making for short, gloomy days, so in February, we decided to escape to someplace sunny and warm and soon found ourselves in Ixtapa Mexico. We spent four glorious weeks in that Mexican paradise, where the weather is nearly always boringly perfect. I knew it was time to head home when I started hoping for clouds and rain. Homesickness really set in when Ryan and Ruby, our friends and our caretakers this winter, began sending us photos of deer in the yard and sea otters hauled out on chunks of ice. It was time to get back to our version of paradise where the weather may not always be perfect, but the rugged beauty is breathtaking, and the wildlife is exceptional!
We had the cabin on the Mary Beth replaced this winter, and we are anxious to bring her home from Kodiak in a few weeks and get her fixed up for the summer. We are booked full this summer, and I am already excited to begin our trips! I’ll write again midsummer and tell you about some of our adventures.