I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

We could pretend this is March, then it wouldn’t be odd at all to be so cold and relentlessly snowing. Then, a bike ride in the snow would be almost fun, something to laugh or even brag about– or at least a choice– and not a must-do with 7 weeks before the Kluane to Chilkat International Bike Relay. But if this were March,  then the annual high school track meet wouldn’t be happening this weekend (the track is plowed, but still pretty icy), or the prom (long Johns really don’t dress up those strapless gowns), or the gala celebration out on the Port Chilkoot Dock for the 50th anniversary of the Alaska Marine Highway from 10-1 Sunday, with the spiffed-up Malispina docked right in town. (You know, the choirs will sing, the Klukwan dancers will dance, and there will be a barbecue! Can’t wait.) Also, if  it were March the hotel wouldn’t be opening for the season tomorrow, and the Yukon tourism association wouldn’t be holding their spring meeting in sunny, green Haines this weekend, and of course John and Sharon wouldn’t be hosting the annual spring open house out at their Extreme Dreams gallery and garden Sunday afternoon. If it were March we might not have that fresh halibut to grill tonight. Then again, maybe I’ll save it for May (surely the heat will come on in the backyard tomorrow?) and make some deer chili instead.