“So you’re almost a Sourdough”

…remarked Jim Robb upon hearing that I had just passed the ten year mark in our cozy out-of-the-way territory. Strange, I had thought that only a single solid winter earned one the Sourdough rank — and I can remember a couple of doozies over the past decade; especially that two weeks of minus forty about five years ago that, if nothing else, helped to educate the Alaskans about degrees centigrade.

No time to reminisce though. I’m far too eager to see what the next ten will bring.