Folks keep asking how we like living outside of Anchorage, as if life in the mountains is somehow questionable. What am I to say? "Gee, I wish we'd stayed in that apartment near the industrial park!"
So my drive home is no long past through the sprawling mid-town shopping district, industrial lots, and strip malls. Yesterday, it looked like this:
And no, that's not a UFO above the mountains. That's one of several of the inevitable rock chips and bullseyes that all Alaskan drivers have. When you live in a place where the D.O.T. uses gravel for traction on the snow-packed roads, rocks are frequently airborne.
The snow line keeps lower on the mountainsides after every round of precipitation, and is now visible on the mountain behind the one on which we live.