One of the beautiful benefits of living in a somewhat pristine neighborhood is waking up to the ever-changing seasons. I’m not talking about the suburbia seasons of driving to Home Depot to purchase a pot of pansies, checking the propane for the grill, stocking up on salt for the sidewalk, switching out summer tires for studs, and making sure the dog’s winter sweater hasn’t been eaten by moths.
This week at the Girdwood Alaska Backpackers Inn, there has been a flurry of seasonal change centered around the Glacier River that flows 35 ft from the hostel. Out of the woodwork people are marching with fishing poles towards the river. Bald eagles are flying up the river. Bear scat lines the riverbanks. The old timers are warning us not to tread quietly on any trails that might cross the path of a fishing bear.
Climate Controlled Seasonal Couch Potato
and fatigue remain the same.
The sports on TV
indicate the season.