1. Go into denial.
Like clockwork, when August rolls around and the fireweed blooms, Alaskans begin grumping, in succession from north to south, “I can’t believe how fast this summer flew by.” — Alaska speak for, “Nooooo! Winter isn’t here yet. It’s too soon…!”
2. Look to the hills.
We start counting out to the inevitable. The further down the mountains termination dust falls, the closer winter creeps. When icy white fully overtakes and consumes our beautiful summery world, it’s simultaneously “game over” and “game on.” As far as Alaska’s summertime fishing, camping, hiking, gardening and general bliss goes, it’s an all too abrupt “game over.” Conversely, for our hardcore, extreme cold weather sports fiends, it’s “game on” with a vengeance.