July 24, 2010
The light in Paris can't hold a candle to the light in Alaska. This morning, looking out at the Chugach Mountains, the early morning light shone in such a way it appeared it had recently snowed. Heavy clouds soon topped the mountains and eventually the entire mountain scape was socked in with dense fog. It began raining mid afternoon and never stopped. Dreary, gloomy, gray, wet and soggy, the day slogged on. I never got out of my pajamas. Miss my husband. Camp condo is quiet. Don't have much of an appetite. Made three phone calls and watched a movie.