three weeks...

Three weeks, that's all that's left. Three weeks of midnight sun, three weeks of waking up to the light glistening off the cold lake, three weeks of glorious northern living which lately has included foxes trotting through town and beavers moseying down main street. I'm going to miss the extreme climate, the unique ecosystems and of course the local inhabitants as well, but I'm sure the whirlwind plans taking up the rest of the summer will stave off most sadness ...at least until the dust settles in the fall.