Another gray, wet day here at the Aerie. The temperature overnight dropped to near freezing. Enough so that there was a dusting of snow on the ground and truck this morning. That didn't last long as the rains continued and the temperature rose, though it never got above 44 degrees all day. One good thing, however is that the wind is nonexistent--as in zero, zip, nil miles per hour. For most of the day that has allowed the clouds to settle all the way into the valley leaving us in a fog. That fog finally rose above the ridge top an hour ago (5:30 PM EDT--you did change your clocks, didn't you?) so that we can once again see a mile or ten to the northwest.
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I've been inflicted with Iditaritis. Following The Last Great Race on the computer is addictive and there is no known cure. I didn't splurge for the "Insider" program or I'd find myself going 24/7 or trying to mimic the cycles of one racer. (And if I had picked Lance Mackey to follow, I probably wouldn't take time to eat either. The man is a machine!) As an "Insider" there would have been more videos and GPS reports to follow. Talk about information overload! Instead, I've been checking the leader board, cruising the discussion boards, reading comments, making comments, checking the leader board, ....wash, rinse and repeat.
I'm exhausted just following what's going on and trying to figure out the head games being played.
Worst thing is, this looks like it will end (at least for the leaders) some time on Tuesday. Terry and I have an AAA Safe Driving class from 9 AM to 1 PM on Tuesday over in Wellsboro. Then Tuesday night one of the guys in the photography club is giving a workshop in using Photoshop Elements over there. My day is pretty well scheduled up so I'll probably miss the big moment as the winner goes up Main Street and under the Arch. At least I'll be able to follow the Red Lantern (the last musher) as long as he/she doesn't get to Nome on Wednesday night. (That's the Audubon meeting.) Right now, it doesn't look like that lantern will swing into Nome until the weekend. But who knows.
2 comments:
Yes, you're hooked good & proper! But it's a good addiction. Now you'll start following the Yukon Quest, and all the other, shorter races. Once Alaska gets under your skin, you never get all the way out. Fair warning, sir ... you might want to warn your wife. :p
Just coming to visit, sir, not to stay! ;-)
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