Palmer Alaska is a different arena embraced by this very hot weather. In some ways it’s just an interesting experiment, because we all “know” it surely won’t last. It’s just a facade…a very, very hot facade.
Summer Sun Experiments—Hot Palmeranians are trying some things out—to deal with the heat. In other hot summer places, these efforts are routine, but we’re experimenting.
Here are some very local suggestions collected from the Palmer Alaska Buzz social media platform: Bare feet. Bare shoulders. Baking cookies on the dashboard. Drenching one’s bra in ice water. Multiple fans with ice in front of them. Portable air conditioning units. Sleeping on the cement floor in the basement. Frozen green grapes in snack bags. Wet towels. Cool showers. Slip & Slides. Water balloons. Water bottle misters. Ice cream, watermelon, popsicles and beer. Spending extra time in air-conditioned buildings and air-conditioned vehicles. Homemade swamp coolers. Buckets of cold water for one’s feet on the deck. Black out shades on sunny side of house. Iced Tea. Gardening naked. Shade seeking. Ice cold bandanna around neck. Plenty of water. Sprinklers. Lakes. Kiddie Pools. Minimal clothing. Flip Flops.
Enjoy it—Some Palmeranians suggest that you deliberately sweat a lot and remember these hot times fully. Embrace the heat because it is a short-lived visitor. This is difficult when you leave the air-conditioned grocery store and the heat blasts you as you walk across the burning pavement to your vehicle.
Warren (Bud) Woods Palmer Municipal Airport—The Palmer airport is now a curious composite of unusual and impressive firefighting planes, private small planes, transport planes and officious science-techy planes. Traffic is heavy, especially late in the evening between 10 and 11pm.
Intense Aromas—With the heat come stronger smells. Of course there is the stink of fire smoke. But beyond that, in this hot spell, comes the exponential aroma of organics, dirt, weed, floral, woods and garbage smells. Heat compounds the smells and triples the fragrance. For much of the year our colder world does not have much of a scent, but now Palmer’s scent is totally amped up on summer steroids.
Lack of Mountain View—Many feel lost without their Pioneer Peak or Matanuska Peak landmarks, lost in the fire haze. In the Palmer area, our mountains are our compass. Without this familiar view, the world has shifted. What if there were no mountains? Would we live here? I think the visual spell of our mountains is a very large