Into every life, a little rain must fall. That’s the pure truth. And, of course, you won’t get through a summer in Alaska without experiencing some foggy, chilly mornings, especially if you are camping near the ocean.
AND, yes … there will be windy days. In general, I find myself able to enjoy each one of Mother Nature’s weather events for the often unique and beautiful experiences they offer.
Waking up to a thick, enveloping fog can make you feel like you are all alone in the wilderness. The gentle lap of waves caressing the shore are heard more than seen and the far-off whistle of a train seems to float on the still air. It can be magical.
On the other hand; stepping outside early on a cold Alaskan morning can smack you awake without any need for caffeine, but a fur-trimmed down-filled coat and gloves take the sting out and leave only the crisp clarity of a new day in a new (to me) place. That’s what I call “dressing for success”!
Windy days are ever-changing, and depending on my location, I love the way it whips and moans through tree-tops, rustles hay and wheat fields or pulls white-caps up to decoratively frost the ocean like curls of meringue on a blue-green frosted cake.
I feel an odd contentment, sitting and spinning in my RV on a windy day, toasty and warm as gusts buffet my sturdy little home. Just as well, as I don’t like to travel on windy days anyway. 🤷♀️
Then there is rain. Honestly, the only thing I don’t like about an occasional rainy camping day is the need to take reluctant dachshunds out in it for potty breaks.
Rain is, again, a great excuse for an impromptu knitting or spinning day. Long walks and campground explorations can be postponed until later.
A rainy day is also much appreciated, in moderation, by my collection of “travel plants”. 😉
At night (and admittedly, sometimes in the afternoon), the patter of rain falling on the roof can lull me to sleep in mere seconds. It’s one of my favorite sounds.
All this having been said … there is such a thing as too much, even of a good thing.
This week, I could have done without ALL of these weather events converging on Seward, Alaska all at the same time. I mean, seriously?
Still, I’ll end this story on a bright note. I took these photos the day after we arrived. It was the ONLY day Rhonda ventured out without either her heavy felted winter coat or her rain slicker, but cute is everything!
Over the past 24 hours, the campground has gone from THIS … (May 31st)
To THIS (June 1st).
At least the holiday throngs have departed, leaving the campground once again quiet and peaceful. I’ll take it!