The report for the Aurora Borealis was high activity. After a dressing frenzy, we greeted the – 28 air at 4:45. I’ve lived in a number of small villages but the only place we’ve lived without street lights is Corralitos. You can’t see the Aurora without dark skies. We moved away from the street light, but the waning gibbous moon was bright enough to interfere.
I settled into writing and Terry reading. By 2:00 the temperature was up to -3. It was time to get out of the cabin and ski. Can’t do anything without first checking the message board app. It appeared that when we had our heads down working hard they posted that our veggies had arrived. I frantically called the airport, but no one answered. They have never answered that damn phone. How do we know if anyone is there so we can get our produce? So instead of going across the River to explore, we headed to the airport pulling the sled. The terminal door opened. No one was there. I searched around and found the box. This was our first time picking up the veggies without help from Brett. This was major!
Mountain Peace 