
54August 31st 2006
I landed in Anchorage on Sunday, August 20th to the 14th consecutive day of rain in south-central Alaska. Bag handlers, taxi drivers and radio hosts all sounded deflated and resigned to an early, dark winter. But it wasn't to be, for a day, at any rate. Monday morning the sun was out in full force, though by Tuesday morning, when my friend Jamie -who flew up from New York- and I got on the Homer Stage bus in midtown Anchorage, the skies turned snow-pregnant gray and the drizzle came down As we got on the highway and turnd the bend onto the long, scenic stretch that hugs the Turnagain Arm, the rain was whipping the broadside of our van unabated. It continued almost for almost the entire 7-hour ride down to Homer, and we began to
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