I Don't Know About You

but I enjoy winter.

Winters in Alaska are not much like winters in the Midwest. We tend not to have ice storms, nor the heavy, wet snows that snarl traffic and close airports. This dry, fluffy snow is not hard to drive through, given sufficient ground clearance and the right tires, and it doesn't keep us from our appointed rounds.

It can be hard to find places to store it all, in snowy years. But deep down, True Alaskans© want to see how much snow we get each year, for bragging rights.

Snow makes the trees look pretty and white, and True Alaskans© love the way the landscape appears in the morning after a heavy frost. It's such a beautiful thing to see everything all the same shade of white, with steam clouds rising from buildings and cars. 

There is something almost inexpressibly pure about fresh snow gleaming in the winter sunlight, on a day when it's so cold that your first breath upon going outdoors is pulled right out of your throat. The air is crisp, and the snow is crystalline, crunching and squeaking under your boots as you walk across the drive. 

I love this land.