The fog and sleet haven’t let up since we departed Per’s Point. This far north, the sun is never more than a few inches off the horizon, for a few hours at a time. Had we chosen Midsummer, we’d have had near 24-hour sun. Continue reading
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The Shining Golden Pig
Dripping slabs of watermelon are handed to overheated children, and hailstorms rip through vinyl siding. Continue reading
