Fall has arrived and about to leave King Salmon. The trees have all turned gold and yellow hues. The fireweed had turned into brilliant shades of red and orange but now is dying. The grasses are all turning brown. It is beautiful around here. Everyday walking by eskimo creek the sight almost takes your breath away.
Not only have things changed color but the village has slowed down. The fishing season is over, just a few arriving to throw one last cast. The visitors are gone now that Brooks Camp is closed. The seasonal places are packing up and closing their doors. There are only a few planes flying in a day now and the float plane traffic has all but died.
I am told that fall is very short around here. The temperature is starting to fall and soon frost will be on the ground. Once we have a few nights of fall the cranberries will be ready to pick and they are all over the place. Bright red berries on a field of green. We had snow in the forecast overnight but it went south of us. Everyone here talks about winter being their favorite time of year. I can't wait to see everything coated in white. But for now I am enjoying the relaxing atmosphere and the sights and smells of fall in Alaska.
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