I just returned from a walk with Macy. I wore my Muck boots and rain gear and I proved that you are never too old to run and jump and splash in puddles. I'm sure people looking out their windows thought I was crazy as I was traversing through and jumping around in six inches of water, but I don't care, it was fun. There is just something magical about jumping in a puddle that always make me feel joyous and a bit silly. Plus, I think everyone in town has realized that I am a bit crazy and I feel they have accepted my quirkiness and still have welcomed me with open arms.
Last night I rode down to Napakiak for an "end of the year" dinner with my friend, K.C. If the river breaks up before we leave we'll probably see each other before summer, if it doesn't, it will probably be August until I see him again. The river was a bit tricky for traveling on. The last few days have been warm and it rained earlier in the day yesterday. There was plenty of water sitting on top of the ice and I never broke 20 as I rode downriver. I admit, I was a little freaked out. Last year I crashed my sled in very similar conditions. Macy was with me when I crashed last year and we both flew off in different directions and my sled flipped over. As a result, she runs and hides under the table whenever she thinks I may be getting ready to go fora ride and am going to take her with me. Macy was quite tense on the ride down and back. Her eyes were huge and she was ready to jump off at a moment's notice. Perhaps in her little doggie brain she realized that we were traveling on water in warm weather for quite a distance. I think memories of that horrible morning came flooding back and were too terrible for her to deal with.
I've been amazed at how quickly the weather has changed and what it looks like outside my window. Just last week I was thinking that I was going to ride my snowmobile out of here in May but with the temps in the 40's the last few days it looks like I'll be getting a boat ride out after all.
After helping a student out with some paper writing earlier this evening I decided to head outside to document the various signs of spring.
Here are our snowmobiles....one or two more rides before we have to put them away.
Here are some pictures of various puddles in the village....at least the deep ones.
Here's a picture of the river that has formed on the river.
On the way back to the house I joined some of the students in a game of junkyard basketball. I had no idea how to play but the kids quickly taught me. (Yes...I am trying to wrestle a ball away from a 10 year old...she was STRONG and put up a great fight...I did win in the end)