NOAA weather discussion for 4.18.19: “It will be a delightful spring day in the Northern Rockies today as high temperatures rise into the 60s in western Montana and low 70s in central Idaho. Missoula has only experienced a 60 degree day once this spring on April 2, Kalispell hasn’t seen 60 since October 24.“
At 52 degrees yesterday, after the rain had stopped, it felt warm enough to drive to the other side of the lake, down to Dayton, where our sailboat has been dry-docked all winter. It was time to see what kind of damage she may have suffered. We park the car and then walk around trying to find it, hoping to remember what it looks like. We are all alone there and the only sound is rigging slapping against masts in the spring winds. If I were a composer, I would record that sound and write haunting music to accompany it. I often say that my favorite thing about owning a sailboat is seeing how the rails catch golden light in a sunset, as she is moored to the blue and white buoy off our dock. A second favorite thing is going to visit her, standing tall and regal among her mates in a dry-dock field, with the snow-covered Mission Mountains in the background, and that sound of rigging being lashed by the wind.
The full moon was a soft yellow as it set over the western mountains this morning, in blue-pink light. The geese went honking by and the loon is out there somewhere. Don’s been burning a slash pile in the woods the past few days, and wood smoke fills the air. The stone terrace and steps are dry, and waking up to a weather forecast that begins, “It will be a delightful spring day…” is a grand way to start a morning. I’ll believe it when I see it if it reaches 60 degrees down here by the water, but it’s moving in that direction. We wait so very long for spring in the north country. Friends are pulling out with their campers and headed to southern Utah, so they can soak up the heat of red rocks in sunshine. We’ve been saying to ourselves, “why are we not leaving?”, even as we have a trip booked to Berkeley in just a few weeks. We reaffirm to ourselves that April really is the hardest month.