Logbook: Wasilla to Barrow, entry 3: preview of winter

It is a one-hour and four minute flight from Fairbanks to Deadhorse. I closed my eyes just before takeoff and resolved not to open them again until touchdown so that I could get as much rest as possible. Yet, just now I did open them and looked out the window. This is what I saw: a glimpse of winter, drawing near. This will melt, except maybe in the mountain tops, but it is coming. And just a couple of weeks ago, when I was in Nuiqsut, the temperature down there would have reached the upper 70's, maybe 80's.