It’s not spring yet, oh Non-Yeti people of the South. I fell on the ice three times in the last two days, twice trying to unplug my car and once ice skating. It’s balaclava weather, a stiff wind with cold, dry undertones of glacier. And yet, no snow. This is why I keep slipping, not because I am old and clumsy and I have to climb an icy hill to wrap my extension cord around the fence after I unplug my vehicle. It’s the Ice, baby, ice.
In Alaska, this is time for the midwinter festival. We have an outdoor carnival, parade and usually, if we had snow, some dog races. What we had this year were faux races, kind of like a reality TV show of what is supposed to be a ceremonial start, (read not even real when there is snow!) Here is a photo from the ceremonial start of The Iditarod in downtown Anchorage this year. It was about 15 degrees F. but felt like 0 because downtown is a wind tunnel. There’s nothing like pink hair and a fuchsia beard to warm things up.
That slushy snow you see was hauled in from the snow dump in town only to be rained upon the night before the race. To see what the downtown streets really look like, here are some scenes from The Fur Rondy parade the week before. Let’s start with my all time favorite float – the giant inflatable colon with Mr. Polyp!
Note that there is no snow or ice on the colon! Behind the serious health message of Mr. Polyp was a float from a local business with a similar theme.
And while we’re at it, let’s not forget the roughage!
I did find what looked like a marginally local clump of snow off the parade route.
And thus arrives March with a bite of frosted but no flakes, okay perhaps a few human ones. Self included.