I took a ride over the switchbacks last night. By myself, as GNU was delivering. The FALL COLORS were there. No trees turning colors, but the tundra was. Splashes of bright red against the green. Pretty cool. Very photogenic.
Today it was obvious the CHANGE was coming. Seasonal change. It hit a number of us all at once. Summer is history. We plunge toward winter. The color of the sky. Shorter days. Light around 8 AM, dark around 9:45.
The return of the wind. Saturday night 50 mph with rain beating the window by my head. I slept like a baby...crying all night and pooped my pants.
IT’S A JOKE.
My ride last night was insightful. The salmon berries are ripe, but not so plentiful. A disappointing crop. I hear the blueberries are ripe, unable to verify yet. On the way back I saw the creek choked with spawning salmon. Check out the video on youtube.
I have not been over the switchbacks for weeks. Same with the summit of Ballyhoo. Now the days are numbered. Last year it went into December, then all hell broke loose. But it can start early, too.
And that Saturday night storm brought more than wind and horizontal rain. Someone I know called it TERMINATION DUST. The far off mountains, the highest mountains, were dusted with fresh snow. It all starts again. The melt stops, the new cover begins. It mostly melted the same day. But it is trying to form a base coat. And when that inevitably happens, it becomes easier to deepen the base. And it snowballs. Literally. The TERMINATION of Summer.
Just a couple weeks ago, or less, we were busy as hell and commenting that the weather was awesome. It could have been worse. Now it may be.
We seem to be over the hump in business, but we just got a round of new orders from most of the Shell boats up north. One boat takes many orders. Of course, it leaves on the weekend when EVERYTHING is happening.
Our ground squirrels seem to be back hibernating.
It seems colder.
Come on vacation!