Anchorage Winter 2026

There is not past, no future, everything flows in an eternal present.

James Joyce


Winter has progressed here and as my friend Geoff says “this is the 52nd unusual year in a row”. This year is the same. Seems every fall we ask each other our predictions for winter. Two years ago we had huge amounts of snow (I believe it was about 135inches (3.4 meters)) Last year I cannot remember the amount but it was warm and rained a lot. Not unusual to get a warm up and rain, but used to be unusual for it to last more than a day or two. Last year it was horrible with ice. And I find temperatures just above freezing are the worst. One gets wet either rain, or sweating. If it is below freezing one can dress so much easier.

It is best to not try and predict the future too much, although with climate change one can predict a definite warming trend. Geoff also says Anchorage had a near perfect average yearly temperature of just below freezing, now it is just above freezing and that freezing line makes a huge difference. Cannot always count on being able to enjoy whatever ones desired activity. One has to develop a quiver of different activities, hence winter biking has taken off, and ice skating with its variety of modes (speed, hockey, figure, cruising)

This year has been actually a relief. We had a two day warm up with a bit of rain, but no wind. The snow we made. at the ski jumps, remained and then it was snowed on top making going outside pleasant. Overall the snow was very late in coming though which slowed the skiing activity. Alyeska the local downhill ski area had posted “caution early season conditions” until mid January. I have wrecked a lot of skiis getting out too early. Unknown gullys, ice, sticks, brush and groud create a lot of hazards.

Last week I finally braved going to Alyeska, and it was a total joy to be out and sliding down the slopes on thin planks. Seems though the world wants to get on skiis as fast as they can and the resorts love to open up early. I find though why not wait until conditions are better, warmer, and more daylight. The season hopefully lasts into May, although by then the resorts and a lot of people are ready to move on to other activities. I find spring skiing is the best.

Although far from perfect, Anchorage is a wonderful city. The trail system is acknowledged one of the best in the country, and with hundreds of kilometers of groomed cross country trail. Always seems to surprise people when they travel elsewhere and discover they have to buy a pass to ski or bike. The Nordic Ski Association maintains the trails and encourages donations but paying is voluntary. Of course it would be difficult to collect a daily fee as the trails wind all over Anchorage and their are hundreds if not thousands of entry points.

The community is amazing here. People will make ice hearts and distribute about the trails. Just brightens ones life to find a sculpture hidden amongst the trees. I have not found any this year, but often a local coffee shop will distribute free coffee cards, again hidden along the trails. For New Years someone had gone to a local lake and chain sawed a big circle, which then rotated around. Apparently last year they go so many people on it all were standing ankle deep in water. And coming up is the Tour of Anchorage annual ski race. 50 km starting near our house and traveling up into mountains, down through downtown along Cook Inlet, around airport, and ending at Kincaid Park. A delightful ski, through town and cheering crowds on incredibly groomed trails.I confess I have not done it in 6 years but used to be the highlight of the ski season, for us. Ski alongside Olympic skiers and beginners and awesome scenery.

Thus no grand adventures and travels this winter, but just being here for the winter has been an adventure. All were counting down the days to winter solstice when Anchorage sunrise is at 10:12 am and sunset at 3:41 pm with a high for the sun is about 5 degrees above the horizon, just cruising along the horizon. Currently now the sun gets 12 degrees above the horizon and we gain 5 minutes and 20 seconds of light every day, half way between solstice and the equinox. Hooray. I can’t help it, but I do like sunshine.

And without any grand adventures to post, here are photos from past couple of months here in Anchorage.

New Years Day bike ride to celebrate at a local downtown restaurant.
Cook Inlet New Years day. Supply ships navigating the ice and currents.
Some of crew on New Years bike ride. Standing on the cut out circle of ice
Ice forest decorations at botanical garden.
Flat Track Roller Derby
Home
Not much better than sitting next to a roaring fire, with a good read, looking outside when temperature is -20 degrees exclaiming how much I love winter
Alyeska Ski area top looking out to Turnagain Arm of cook Inlet
Alyeska half way down with a foggy Cook Inlet
Tour trail – find the blue heart
View North 150 miles (240 km) with from left -Mt. Russell, Mt. Foraker, Mt. Hunter, and Denali. (only the tall ones named here)
Cubs night at the ski jumps ( new entry level kids. (5 years old)
Gasoline trail
Creative Heart design of ice and botanicals
Blue ice heart along trail
Solstice celebration
View along coastal trail looking at downtown Anchorage along Cook Inlet
Panorama 180 degrees from last picture of sunset and end of International airport runway.

Winter activity

The pleasure lies not in discovering truth

But in searching for it.

Leo Tolstoy 

Winter has arrived in Anchorage. Fall was one of the warmest on record and it just seemed to never cool down. The grass remained green. It was time to progress to winter according to the usual standards. I remember in 1995 we could ski out our door, on 5 October. OK I admit a bit of any anomaly but I declared that is the way it should be. Has not happened since and since the turn of the century, winter is often questionable. It is depressing. We had the SAD light out every morning, and the sunrise came later every day. Finally a trip to Seattle, and when we returned there was snow, and it cooled down. Amazing how our spirits rose. Not only was there snow, and I mean usable skiable snow, but it provided white to reflect the light at night and brighten things up. Our mental attitude vastly improved. Then it got cold, meaning winter was finally here. I say winter consists of three things – dark, cold and snow. If you only have dark that just does not cut it.

Zak melting snow off the snow gun with a propane torch. Last winter November 2024

I volunteer at the ski jumps, and making snow in the fall is a big deal, given the last years of warming trends. Last year, being one of the worst on record for warmups, we had to make snow 4 times, as it melted 3 times with horrible warmups, warm temperatures, and often wind, and sometimes rain, destroying the hard work.

January 13 2025 last winter, after a severe warmup. We did ice skate on it, but no skiing

This year though it got cold and the small downhill ski area near here (Hilltop ski area) and next to the ski jumps began blowing snow. Making snow is a process of spraying huge amounts of water under pressure to build the piles of snow needed. The temperature has to be below 25 degrees F. ( about -6 C) otherwise just water sprays out. The colder the better. At the ski jumps we use the Hilltop water from a local creek but there is only so much they can pump. They have a much larger area to cover and it takes a lot of time, as well as they require almost a meter to cover the lumps, bumps and rocks in the ground, as well as provide enough for potential meltdowns later. Their business model is a bit different than ours so they get preference, as it is their water. (They have to make money, we have to provide fun and activity) Hence when they get enough to cover enough area to open the area for a run or two of skiing, they then let us use one of thirty water connections. It works out good, as we need 3-4 days to cover our area and they require weeks. Good neighbors.

As Hilltop made enough snow for one good run, it was time for us, and it warmed up. Ugh. All snow making ceased. The natural snow and snow they had made remained but no snow making, until it cooled off. Temps went up to the mid 40s (8-9 C)

But after weeks of fretting and worrying, it cooled off again this time cold. The director of the ski jump program, Zak, gave clearance to start making snow. When one starts blowing snow it is a continuous process. Lay out the hoses and electrical cord, and get the snow gun in place. That takes about an hour, as the hoses are 50-150 feet long (15-45 meters) and we lay out nearly 500 feet (150 meters). When the water starts flowing at up to 100 gallons a minute (375 liters/ minute), if for whatever reason it gets turned off or stops flowing it can freeze in the hose within minutes, thus once you stop making snow it is continuous because to shut down is about a 2 hour process, taking hoses back and hanging them to drain and dry.

Ski trails near ski jumps. Awesome cross country skiing and biking

I love volunteering because I get to do useful work and get to do all sorts of stuff I never get to normally do. Plumbing, electrical, carpentry, design, and see the smiles and joy as the kids reap the rewards. Not only physical but mentally with figuring out how things work. We have what one calls a shoestring budget, and everything is very dear in terms of money, hence we are the crew.

The mental aspect is great as we have to not only figure out how to do something, but how to do it safely. Working with heavy equipment, in the cold has its potential problems. Not only is the water at way below freezing temperature, but the snow gun uses 440 volts and has its issues also, as well as the ski jumps have a 35 degree slope to contend with.

Over the years Zak and I have learned some tricks to make it safer and easier, and less tiring. Used to be when we blew snow one had to go and ski pack it closely after it was made, otherwise a hard crust would form over hollow snow. Then we obtained a snow cat 12000 pounds (5400 Kg) of tracked compaction and grooming capacity. One can blow snow into a pile and push it around and smooth it out. Wonderous labor saving device. And hilltop ski area has a night crew so the past two years Zak and I can set the gun for the night and they have offered to watch it. (Requires a minimum of every 2 hour verifying the water is flowing correctly and the fan and compressor are working.) Hence we can go home and sleep and not have to catnap on the floor, as in past.

Karl Eid Ski Jump Complex
Snowcat on the outrun pushing snow to appropriate location
Natasha and Jeanne brought dinner to the area

But we began setting up last Thursday and began blowing on Friday. We worked the gun, moving it around as necessary to the appropriate location. It is easier and more efficient to blow in places needed, rather than drag it around. We hoped to be done by Tuesday.

Approaching sunrise after a night of blowing snow. 8:45 am

All worked well, and the small 10 and 20 meter jumps were covered with about a foot of compacted snow (30 cm) . Zak, Natasha (another ski jumping coach) dragged the snow gun up the 40 meter hill pulling the water lines and electrical extension cord along with. It took a huge amount of work to get it down as it had to be pulled down through the new snow. Then the 65 meter hill ( which has a length of 120 meters, plus the runout area).

Working the machine down the 40 meter hill. It is stuck.
Working end of snow gun. Compressed water shoots out the nozzles and is blown by a meter wide fan, blowing it 10-30 meters, allowing the water to freeze hopefully before it hits the ground.

Monday we started working it up the 65 meter hill. We were counting down the distance remaining to go. Then with 35 meters to go (moving it 20 meters at a time) I was working on the hill pulling the water and electrical lines out from under the snow, when there was a loud pop, and the electricity cutoff, only water shooting out of the snow gun. I climbed the hill and turned on the power again, returning to get the lines out from the area now being covered by ice. This time though when I grabbed the extension cord it popped and sparks flew. I later told the boss of Hilltop ski area I was getting bored and his response was “well 480 volts will give you some excitement”)” this time it did not restart as the system had shorted and fuses blown. We had to shut down. Turn off the water, and drain hoses and fix extension cord.

Results of shorting out a 440 volt extension cord. (Lesson learned do not pull the line on extension cords, use the end pieces designed for disconnecting)
an hour after sunset Pix at 4:30 pm. Mt Redoubt.

It took all day Tuesday to repair the line as one has to work systematically in order to find the correct area. Turns out it was on the cord of machine and could not get the broken piece down hill or inside to warmth, thus had to work outside in temperatures around -4 F (-20 C) with fine detail work. Fun! or what I call fun! Why would one sit on a beach with nothing to do when you can do this.

Ski jump practice going on while blowing snow

It was a great relief after several trys when we got new hoses and plugged in the machine and it worked blowing snow. Again we could stand under the new snow coming out of machine being blown at 30-40 mph (50 – 60 km/hr). One comes away covered in an ice layer.

Snow cat in place for final movement of snow gun. 9:30 pm

We managed to get it blown Tuesday evening and set it up to blow a final pile of snow for areas missed. Wednesday Zak shut it down. Afraid I was totally exhausted.

Finishing work overlooking Anchorage

And now winter is in full swing. Of course could use some natural snow, but barring any meltdowns we are set. Past week and forecast for next week is good with temps around zero (-20 C) . Am happy have figured out how to dress for it and let the fun begin. As I walked a trail yesterday there were bikers and skiers out just enjoying the wondrousness of winter. Supposed to be northern lights out last night but my eyelids were closed.

Now I need to go for another walk while the sun is at its peak of 6 degrees above the horizon.

A close call

One must from time to time attempt things which are beyond one’s capacity

Pierre-Augusta Renoir 

A thrilling adventure!

Jeanne and I usually celebrate her birthday in Talkeetna, a charming town north of Anchorage, between Christmas and New Year’s. But this year, a friend invited us to their cozy cabin nestled north of Talkeetna, about 30 miles away. We left the day after Christmas, arriving before the sun dipped below the horizon at 3:30 p.m. Bud, our friend, picked us up in his snow machine with a trailer, ready to take us the mile to the cabin. Bud and Lulie, who have owned the cabin since 1988, spend most of the winter season there. They’re always welcoming visitors, so we felt right at home.

One of the best parts was that there was enough snow to ski! Anchorage has snow in October, but the warm weather in late November and beyond has melted most of it. The temperatures have been too warm to even make snow for the ski trails and jumps. Ice has been present, and falls are a major concern. But luckily, the studs around the tires of our bikes made it safe to explore the trails.

Bud and Lulie’s cabin is a true gem, and Bud takes great care of grooming miles and miles of trails. Jeanne and I decided to go out just as the sun was setting for a lovely ski. The next day, everyone thought a good ski was in order. Bud wanted to do a 4-5 mile loop to build up his strength on his new hip. Both he and Lulie are passionate about their dogs and have even competed in international ski touring events. Bud wanted to go skiing with his dog and suggested that I follow his tracks since there was only a couple of centimeters of fresh snow. The temperatures were perfect, around -5 C (25 F). I decided to give it a try.

Bud took off, with me not far behind. Of course, he was gone quickly, out of sight, but his tracks and the dog tracks were quite visible. The sky was a bit cloudy, but the forecast looked promising.

So, I was just enjoying the peaceful skiing through the flat country. It was amazing to see the swamps of summer covered in snow. The scrub black spruce trees stood tall, almost reaching the sky, with barely enough limbs to catch the new snow. About 2 miles into my ski, it started snowing, not exactly what I had planned. It was coming down pretty hard, maybe 1-2 cm an hour. If it kept up, I’d be buried in no time! The ski tracks were getting covered, but I could still see the snow machine width pack.

I kept going, but the snow started falling even more, and the visibility dropped to 2-3 miles. I could still hear the road of the Parks Highway between Anchorage and Fairbanks, but I knew if it snowed much more, the sound would be muffled. The snow was definitely coming down more than a centimeter an hour. In 5 hours, my skis would be buried unless I lifted them up.

Then, I started thinking about the Donner Party. Would I be in the same situation as those unfortunate souls caught in the Sierra snow? Those folks either saved themselves or some of them by resorting to cannibalism. Oh my, this is getting a bit scary! I moved on the ski trail, crossing another snow machine track, and the ski tracks were gone for that meter of crossing. Donner Party thoughts kept coming to mind.

Then, I realized I was all alone, unlike the Donner Party, where they had 147 morsels to choose from. I decided to keep going, the snow starting to lighten up a bit. The GPS said I was starting to turn back toward the cabin. I passed another friend’s cabin, but I knew he was still in Anchorage for the holidays.  

So, I had this wild idea to try and free my foot from the trap. I mean, I’ve heard stories of animals chewing off their limbs to escape, right? But then I realized, ‘Uh-oh, this is gonna be scary.’ And guess what? I hadn’t even had a shower in 24 hours! My foot was totally out of commission. I was stuck! But then, the snow stopped falling, and I decided to take a deep breath and brave the elements. I made it back to the cabin, about 45 minutes behind Bud. Bud and I had a blast gathering water from the spring a few miles away using the snow machines. It was such a fun task! On our way back, we ran into the three ladies who were returning from their ski trip. Jeanne was absolutely thrilled about skiing, calling the conditions ‘pure butter’.  

Yesterday Bud drove us to the road where we left our car, and we proceeded to Talkeetna.  We are now celebrating Jeanne’s birthday at the cabin in downtown Talkeetna.  Beautiful day, sun is blasting down from its 4 degrees above the horizon.  

Finally some awesome skiing
Sunrise
Sunset over Denali