Ever since I was just a little girl I have been fascinated with the summer solstice.
My father was fond of rousting me out of bed with his favorite clichés like “Time to make hay while the sun is shining” and “Get up, we’re burning daylight.”
Some of my friends were jealous because while their schedule was determined by the clock I was always allowed to stay out until sunset, regardless of what time that was.
Even though I am a tad older, I still love the longest day of the year. In fact, one of these years I am either going to retire or take a leave of absence from my job as tourism ambassador of Buffalo Bill’s Cody/Yellowstone Country and make a beeline due north. I want to start around Memorial Day and point my pickup and teardrop camper toward the North Pole with the goal of being as far north as I can drive on June 21. The concept of a midnight sun is fascinating, and I want to experience it soon.
Which brings me to my annual summer solstice marathon. When the sun rises June 21 at 5:31:37 a.m. (yes, I time it to the second) I will be dressed Read More