It is officially the Summer Solstice as I write this. It’s the longest day of the year, the official start of summer, and…well…there’s no other way to say this: it’s freaking snowing. Again.
Now, look…you all know me. You all know that I love me some snow. Heck, I’ve thought more than once about staying up here in Yellowstone through an entire winter (with our average of 20+ feet of snow), but even I have had enough of this shit.
How about some goddamned sun, for pete’s sake?!?!
Do I need to sacrifice some animal on the nearest pagan altar? Because, honestly, I got lots of ‘em around. I have bison, I have elk, I have tourists…
Okay, so honestly, I’d feel better about the using the tourists than the poor, innocent bison, but whatever gets me some damned sunshine…
What? Grumpy? Me? Oh, please…I’m the soul of cheerful optimism!
On the other hand, most of the tourist kids are having snowball fights, are laughing and jumping and just generally having a great time, while their parents are grousing and complaining about the weather. You gotta smile at that, even if just a little bit.
The animals, on the other hand, are absolutely loving this semi-weird weather. Grizzlies are many things — they are fast, they are powerful, they are both awesome and fearsome to watch — but beyond everything else, they are also lazy as hell. When it gets hot, they just want to loll around in the shade and go for the occasional swim in cool water. When it stays cold like this? They’re out moving around, eating and carousing, and in general just having an ursine ball.
And to a bison, with all that insulation? Yeah, 8 degrees and 80 degrees feel just about the same.
It is in fact only us wimpy hoomins who are bitching and complaining that it’s “too cold” and “too wet” and “too grey”…
On the other hand: I’M FREAKING COLD!!