Alaskan slang for the first snow that marks the end of summer. We saw it on the mountaintops this morning, my last full day in Seward. How apropos.
Jan and I did a little fishing (no catching, though) and just enjoyed a relatively calm, sunny afternoon after a busy, wet week. He returned late last night from a successful moose hunt. Amy’s work included a crazy 32-hour shift at the ER. Grandma (Cindy, also up from Florida) and I tended to the kids and chores around the house and yard. Yet I still was able to get away for a few great day-hikes. (See previous posts.)
Tomorrow, I head back for a couple of days in Anchorage before flying home Tuesday-Wednesday. My, how quickly these six weeks have gone by! It’s been truly lovely here, thanks to my wonderful hosts and new friends.