At this latitude in Nome, one will be able to read a book at midnight by the first of June, maybe before. I was reminded that Alaska changed its time zones so that the state could do business within its own borders, as well as with the rest of the country. Juneau, the state capital, for example, is a time zone removed from Nome technically, but the residents still share a common time. The way it's organized, Alaska is just one hour later than Seattle. This works great for business, but I notice that the old natural chronometer still works the same.
Breakfast always seems to be at eight, at the earliest, and dinner at seven or eight here in Nome.
In truth, after I thought about it, the timing is normal. We are now going over the hump into spring with day and night about 12 and 12, with daylight rapidly taking the advantage at a clip of five, then speeding up to six or seven minutes a day gain. Today promises to be a spring harbinger. Mushers Palmer Sagoonik and the three Seaveys, Dan, Danny, and Mitch, will all be travelling in the bright sun toward Nome. I would rather suffer the inconvenience of a warm, sunny day than travelling in a howling windstorm.