Continuing with the anniversary theme

Thirty-seven years ago today I arrived in Barrow. Go ahead… say it… I am just this side of being older than dirt.  But I wouldn’t trade the great times I had there and the great friends I made there for anything. To say nothing of how turned on I get when the temps hit fifty below and then the wind chill kicks it into even higher (lower?) numbers. God I love that weather. There is nothing more beautiful than the beach between Browerville and Barrow at midnight on a clear summer day with the sun rolling across the ocean, seals barking in the distance, gulls swirling overhead, chunks of ice floating in the sea.  It is simply magnificent.