In this, our third summer in the Great Land, we’re still getting used to how short the warm season is. Here we are on August 2nd, where most of the country is sweltering (and it’s supposed to hit 77 here, which is pretty damn warm for the Susitna Valley) and we’re going to be moving into cooler, wetter weather soon. The swallows are gone, the trees are turning from the bright, vibrant green of late spring and early summer to the darker, dustier green of late summer. We may see snow as early as six weeks or so from now.
That’s Alaska, and we love it here more every day, long, cold winters and all.
I should have put this up before now. I’ve written on the topic of Jason Aldean’s tune over at RedState, and so has my friend and colleague Brandon Morse. Read both articles.
Jason Aldean makes a great point in this song. This shit may fly in the big cities. It won’t fly out here in the hinterlands. We won’t put up with that shit, and we have the gear and the determination to stop anyone who tries it.
And, in case you’ve forgotten, old Bocephus had much the same message forty years ago.