Having September open up like the summer we had been waiting for was odd, in itself. Temperatures in the mid to upper 60’s was the best we’d had for the summer of 2010 and we were thrilled to be fishing for silver salmon in our shirt sleeves. A bumper crop of salmonberries was the bonus for them being almost a month late. And we were fooled into thinking the blueberries would be just as late, but they were already ripe before the salmonberries were done. And so were the mossberries and so were the cranberries. And then the weather started turning, like hitting fast-forward while watching a movie.
Now, mind you, I am not complaining about the weather! That is against the values of the Unangax^. I am just disconcerted with the unpredictability of our weather over the last several years. I guess I have become complacent over the last 30 years, or so, in knowing what to expect and when to expect it. I am all for a good storm. I never sleep better than when the wind is blowing at least 50 miles per hour. I just was taken unawares by the termination dust in September and the north wind sneaking into my berry patches.