Twice a year I travel home to
, usually for a month. Up until recently, hubby Don and I always went separately because of commitments in Fairbanks that kept one of us here while the other happily flew on their merry way north. This year we can finally travel together; our local commitment’s a thing of the past. New York
Originally we’d planned on a summer filled with mosquitoes and endless sun. When our NY friends found out we’re both going up together, they all expressed envy that we’d be spending summer in
Yet when asked, we found ourselves replying,
“No, we’ll go up in November.”
The looks that remark netted ranged from disbelieving to confused and back to disbelieving.
“But it’s cold up there in November!” they said. Then we got a few tentative queries of, “Isn’t it cold up there in November? With a lot of snow?”
“Yes. It’s cold in November. And there’s snow,” we replied serenely.
Still no true comprehension. “But you already live Upstate! Why not spend winter in warmth, maybe go to
? You may as well stay in Florida ,” they reasoned. New York
“Nope. We’re headed north.”
“Well, you’re both crazy.” The conversation usually ended there. Or something similar, depending on which family or friend we spoke to.
I can’t recall the last time I saw a true
summer, where the days lengthen so deliciously and the sun’s up and beaming after . It seems I always go up late in the fall or early in the year. Fairbanks
But I discovered something about myself when I was in
this past February: Fairbanks
It’s more comfortable there at twenty below than in New York at twenty above.
Winter in Interior Alaska has winter in Upstate beat by a landslide, and all because of two factors:
Wind and humidity. As in - Fairbanks doesn’t have either during most of their winters. And Upstate does. And it makes all the difference in comfort.
When we lived full-time in
it was easy to complain about the winter. Six months of snow will eventually get to anyone, including the avid outdoorsman who owns every winter toy on the market. Cabin fever is real and everyone gets stuck with it sooner or later. But at least for me, I found I missed Alaskan winters even though we ended up in ‘Four Seasons Central,’ otherwise known as the Northeast. Alaska
I longed for the
. I missed the utter calm of snow that falls so very silently and clings endlessly to tree branches in a lacy white drape incomparable to anywhere else. Until I’d moved to Aurora I had forgotten what it’s like to have that bitterly frigid Upstate wind cut through layers of clothing and chill to the bone; damp and just nasty. Not the entire winter in Upstate, of course, but enough. And not even a clear night of dancing Northern Lights as recompense for that wet, windy freeze. It seemed three months of Upstate winter could trump six months of Interior winter, hands down . . . and not in a good way. New York
But see, family and friends here in
wouldn’t understand it. Given a choice of region for those wintry months, they’d go to New York , Hawaii , Mexico , Florida ; anywhere south or west that has no snow and winter temps higher than sixty degrees. What would be the point of going north? It’s just more snow. Las Vegas
I simply smile, and say, “Why, yes. Yes, it is.” And I pack accordingly.
This year we’ll head north, stay a month, probably over the holidays. Christmas morning in
sounds pretty good to me. As for the rest of the winter, we might just hop in the motor home and drive to Fairbanks . A few months on the beach could be completely doable. Ah, but that month right in the middle? It belongs to Florida . I’m looking forward to it. Alaska
Char Chaffin is a member of AKRWA and CNYRW, a die-hard displaced Alaskan, and has just published her third novel, Jesse’s Girl. She goes home to Fairbanks when she can, hangs out on a sixty-acre farm in Upstate New York when she can’t, and divides her time between writing her next novel and being an Acquisitions Editor for Soul Mate Publishing.
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