;)
This is two mornings ago, as I walked from the section of Barrow called Browerville toward Pepe's North of the Border Mexican Restaurant, for breakfast. No planes could land. The temperature was barely above freezing and the wind chill well below.
When I talked to Margie (who I have not seen now for over a month) later in the day, the temperature in our part of Wasilla was 88 degrees and she had been stung by yellow jacket hornets who have nested alongside the house.
This happens every summer, but some summers it gets insane. Yellow jackets everywhere, defending the homes that they build on our home.
I have never seen a yellow jacket here in Barrow.
The way things are going, though, it wouldn't surprise me if some day I do.
;)
The same spit from a different angle, later in the day. If you look close, you can see that the Alaska Airlines jet was finally able to land.