Fall comes early in Alaska, so most of these pics were taken in August or September. It’s now November, and I’m back in California, central coast, where fall takes its sweet time. In truth, I’m not sure the winters here are really worthy of the name. If no one is slipping on the ice and breaking their legs or otherwise endangered by the cold, crappy weather, then it’s hard for me to call that a “winter.” Not that I’m complaining or anything. It’s just that fall in these parts is just sort of starting to catch up to the fall of two months back. So, even though I’m remiss in posting these pics, they are still timely for folks in the Lower 48.
Everything lit up when the sun came out after a downfall of rain, one of these fall days. No reports of pots of gold or leprechauns spotted at the end of this rainbow — just pretty colors….although there are gold in and around McCarthy, and there’s plenty of pot, but as far as I know, there have been no pots of gold.
To keep me warm when the night temperatures dropped to freezing (and below), I had a helluva wood pile in my (rather very large) tent, to burn in my stove:
Colorful moments seen in the late fall, as my summer comes to an end:
Last Man Standing
There’s an annual contest/tradition in McCarthy, put on by McCarthy Lodge. Whatever’s left of beer and cheap whisky is put out on the street, the day after the Lodge officially closes, along with whatever the hell is left of the food, which is usually a bunch of fries and some sort of meat protein and perhaps a pasta dish.
This year, we procured a fancy bit of signage to advertise, from one of our alcohol vendors:
The contest is called “Last Man Standing.” As the name implies, locals drink all the beer and whisky that we put out, and whoever is still standing after everyone leaves is the winner.
I’m a light weight and not a serious threat to the serious competition. In fact, this year I believe I staggered away well before midnight and enjoyed a good night’s sleep in my tent, a good enough night’s sleep to be up early. On my way in to the office, I came across the winner of the Last Man Standing competition:
He’s not standing, as you can see, but as there was no one else in the vicinity to dispute the claim, this man took the prize and was declared the new reigning champ. It took a while for me to wake him up, but when he came to, he popped up with a surprising burst of energy and vitality.