One could feel the warm southern air off the lake.  It was an unwelcome warm front.  The ski season had begun with a bang and then a bust.  Rain fell for most of the weekend and melted the base that we had hoped would last.  I accomplished little but plowing through another Alaskan adventure novel.  Now a dense fog dims the evening light.  Ravens are busy cleaning up the remaining deer carcasses.  Blue jays are content raiding the local birdfeeders.  The woods are dark, humid and quiet...