Cross Country

Thanks to global warming, we're experiencing blazing heat and massive flooding from the melting ice caps. No, not really. That was pure fabrication. The Nobel people would probably take algore's award back if they spent a winter here. Wolf packs are literally moving into the smaller communities around here and eating people's dogs. In other news, I have discovered what seems to be the perfect winter sport- cross country skiing. While I have been enjoying downhill skiing, this past weekend I discovered that it is a sport best reserved for days when the mercury stays above zero. At negative 15 all appendages were numb by the time I got off the lift. However, cross country takes alot of work, especially if you use less-than-stellar military issue skis, and seems to be a good outdoor activity for sub-zero days. Plus, if you're me, it provides a good laugh for your superiors when you take the wrong trail (It's not a good week unless my bosses laugh at something I do). There haven't been any new pictures lately because the camera froze last time it went outside so it won't be making any more excursions until things warms up some.
In other news, the climate change studies continue next week with a trip to the lower 48 as they call it, to the true south- South Carolina (some people here consider Seattle part of the south). It should be nice to see the sun and not have to defrost the inside of the windows in the car. Not that I'm whining about the cold- it makes for good stories and makes me feel tough (and sometimes like a sniveling little girl). Alaska in winter rates an 8.5 out of 10, mainly because the darkness makes you want to sleep 14 hours a day which in turn decreases motivation to go outside. Other than that, it's a great place to live and ski and fishtail around corners. Just don't leave your dogs outside in North Pole, the next town over from Fairbanks which is also the place where the Post Office delivers most of the letters to Santa Clause.
One more note- full computer privileges have been restored and the offending machine returned from Big Brother.
"So it goes."
-Kurt Vonnegut, Slaugherhouse-Five