Yesterday was one of Girdwood’s finest: crisp, clear, and brilliantly sunny. We took a trip to Anchorage (35 miles north on the Seward Highway) and I did some snapping with my camera. Being my second fall in Girdwood, this time of year always takes me by surprise. It’s no longer the delightful transition of fall, but the abrupt shift into winter, where one has to remember to start warming up the car, having the down coat around and preparing for that winter bite. I have been craving apples, and lamenting the fact that we pay $2.50 a pound for them up here, when they are so abundant (and free) in Washington. I’ve missed a lot of neighborhood apple pressings in the past few years, hopefully I will be able to attend one soon….
Well. our apple pressing is in early November, so come on along!
love,
Sue