I drive in the wind to a still Anchorage, but quickly come back to the wind

This afternoon, I headed to town under a severe clear sky to pick up Margie and pay a medical bill. Out here in the valley the wind was blowing - hard. I don't know how hard. I never heard or looked up a report, but hard enough that several times it blasted into the Escape with enough force to knock me what felt like a couple of feet off course, but probably was only a few inches.

If it did that to the Escape, I can imagine what it felt like in this bus - which, as you would expect, was going pretty slow.

After I crossed the Flats, the wind died down dramatically. In Anchorage, if there was any wind, it was so little I could hardly detect it.

After I picked Margie up, we didn't linger long in town - ran one small Christmas errand and then headed home. Here we are, back in Wasilla, the wind still tearing away at the snow. I think there is enough this time that the wind won't blow it all away like it did last time.

I wish it would blow it all off of my wood pile, though. The wood pile is buried.

Comments

[WakeUpAmerica]

I love your blog. I look forward to it every time you post.

[lillibird]

Stay warm Bill and Margie!!!

[Logbook - Wasilla - Beyond]

Thank you, WakeUpAmerica. It's always good to hear something like that.

We are, Lillibird. In some ways, the coldest time of the year are also the warmest.