Stupid Kenai

So the stupid Kenai peninsula decided to catch itself on fire, and all the smoke decided to head on up to Anchorage and Eagle River (where my parents live) yesterday. The morning dawned with a clear blue sky, but within a few hours it was like living on the set of "Backdraft" or something ridiculous.

Here's the thing--you get clear sunny days around here so infrequently that they're like this precious, precious gift. And everyone starts calling in sick to work and putting on short shorts to showcase their halibut-white legs. So to receive a gorgeous day like that and then to have it thwarted by smoke so thick that you can't even see your neighbor's house just not fair.

Some people still tried to make the best of it. The Eagle River Bear Paw Festival is going on this weekend and I saw a bunch of hardy Alaskans putting their children on the pony rides and browsing through booths with their red-rimmed eyes and hacking coughs.

Around midnight last night, things started clearing up. Today's weather: Cloudy and 63 degrees. Humph.

On a brighter note, Coolboy only has about 100 pages left of Harry Potter 6, and then he will give it to me. And we're visiting his place of employment for lunch. If anyone would like to make recommendations, feel free.