Well, we survived the Mondo Winter Storm Events in good order. Other people around Western Washington were not so lucky and loads of trees fell, closing roads and squashing homes, people, cars, and power lines. People got chased away and warned away for sledding down Queen Anne Hill. Big fines for sledding on city hills. Most of them didn't have sleds and the sled-substitutes were fun to see, but I do agree it's dangerous. In other places when there are snow warnings, people stock up on milk, bread and toilet paper, blankets and space heaters. Around here, it's huumus and salsa. Truly. It was in the Sunday paper. Ron Judd's "The Wrap".
There are still some people without power, and I am so sorry for them. It's been so cold.
It is warming up now and the snow in our yard is 99.9% gone. Unfortunately, it got cold enough to cause black ice from all the melt water runoff and even our neighbor got caught by ice this am. She escaped without injury to herself or her car, but she sure got a heart rate boost out of spinning thru an intersection. Yike!
Today has been sunny and in the mid 40s and so that's a treat for January. Norman has spent all day outside soaking up the sun. On the deck, as he does not like laying around in wet grass. He's a sensible dog and sticks to the nice dry deck.
Our downspouts froze solid and that was interesting when the rain came along. Poor ol' Ray's gloves got full of ice water before the job of clearing ice cores out of the downspouts was done. What a mess!
We're still trying to find a place to store the mh in a secure place. We don't want it in the driveway to suffer the fate of another mh we saw up at the dealership. (extreme vandalism costing the owner $70,000 to repair--and the mh was parked next to the owner's home) Better to have it inside a nice tall fence and patrolled. Golly people want a lot of money for a secure mh parking spot.
On MLK weekend we went out to Pacific Beach with Brett and Alayne. We had good times in spite of Alayne having a migrane all weekend. She was such a trooper and still played games. Brett once again, cooked and It Was Good. It snowed several inches on Friday night, and that snow stayed all weekend. If we'd planned on staying over Monday night, we would not have gotten home until the next Friday or Saturday because that's how long it would have taken to get the roads in between Pac Beach and home cleared out. That would have been fun! But then Ray would have spent vacation days on snow days that the office was closed, so I guess it's ok we came home. We were in the house all week anyway. Ray got cabin fever, I did not.
Justin has a permanent job at PSE that he starts on the 25th! Yay, Justin! I am sure it's a huge relief for him. It was for his father and I.
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Sunday, September 19, 2010
Motorscicles Into the Teeth of the Wind and Rain
Oh, golly, was it cold yesterday. The thermometer on Ray's bike read 48 when we left Grand Island and soon dropped to 41 degrees where it stayed until about a half hour out of Alliance when it raised up to 44, Nebraska and our next motel.
It rained almost all the way. Not hard, just omnipresent. The wind was gusty and cold. The clouds were low and dark and the day was completely wretched and gloomy. Gas stations on Highway 2 in NE are not what you could call numerous. They're spaced about 70 miles apart, so we had to ride that long before we could warm up.
We stopped along the way and put vinyl gloves on over our glove liners and under the gloves. My gloves and Ray's were saturated by the time we reached the first gas station. I bought a pair of heavy men's winter gloves. The fingers were way too long, but they were warm and above all else, dry. Ray bought a pair of heavy cotton liners, and our fingers barely avoided frostbite. My fingers got so cold in between stations that they hurt.
At our first station we both had big hot chocolates to warm us up. At the second, we had hot chocolate and gas station food. I could not recommend the fried chicken, but it was a 3 piece serving and Ray was filled up with the thigh and leg and I by the breast. The onion rings were less than appetizing. Both had, however, the much appreciated benefit of being hot. We lingered there a fair time until we had to get back out and face the weather. At the third, it was more hot chocolate, and I'm glad they all had it, but I was totally prepared to drink gallons of decaf coffee and plead medical emergency, just to get something warm in me. People from cars felt sorry for us out in that raw weather and didn't hesitate to say so.
The route is one of Nebraska's scenic drives and winds it's way thru the Sandhills area. It was beautiful we think, but honestly we only noticed the landscape particularly once when it wasn't raining and Ray commented that it looked like a scene out of Dances With Wolves. And it did, with Angus cattle standing in for buffalo. There are unfortunately no pictures, partly because we didn't want to risk the camera getting soaked and partly because Ray didn't think it was worth taking off all his gloves and partly because we were so cold we didn't want to spend one extra minute on that road. I bet today it is totally beautiful out there. It's still very green in Nebraska, one of the few years it's stayed green all summer and into fall, the natives tell us. There are supposedly lots of wildlife out in those plains but we could not testify to that as any animal with any sense was tucked away out of the rain.
I have never been so cold in my life. I think I had totally used up my ability to make my own heat. The only warm spot in my entire body was right were the hot chocolate sat in my tummy. About a half hour after we got warmed up the shivers would start again. You know you are cold when your helmeted head shivers too. All the vents on our helmets were closed, our rain suits buttoned up to our necks, rain boots on. We did everything we could do, but it was still TOO cold. Yeah, I know you guys think I'm just always saying that, but for yesterday, it really was true. It was a horrible day and I will never, ever ride in 41 degrees wearing only summer clothing. Nope. Don't ask me to do it, I will turn you down. In fact, I am not sure I'd do it even if I had a heated suit, gloves, boots and bottom warmer.
I turned the heat up in our lovely room and we both took hot showers. We dashed across the parking lot to the Arby's for supper. We had not thought we were in the mood for Arby's but it hit the spot and was just the right size for our supper. After that, we didn't do much and fell into bed about 10. I still felt chilled.
Today dawned cloudy but not too cold. We woke up in time to go to church. There were 13 people in Sunday School and 4 of us were visitors. There were 7 ladies in Relief Society and 2 of us were visitors. The Relief Society President is also the RS pianist. They have a nice little building with room to grow some, 18 benches in the chapel and not one was full. When we came out after meeting, the clouds had cleared and it was a wonderful day. We came back to the motel (went over to church in the sidecar...no ladylike way to get in OR out) changed our clothes and then walked across the street to try Martin's Family Restaurant. It was closed so we went next door to an Italian place, Sam and Louie's. The aroma was delicious, so we figured it was a good bet. We were right! We both decided on lasagne, with an appetizer of fried ravioli. Yum! We had enough leftover that we ate supper in our room. Beats gas station chicken hands down.
After lunch, we decided to drive out to see Carhenge. It's very odd. Why a family decided that this was the proper way to memorialize their farmer father is well beyond my imagining. But it is interesting. The family turned the installation over to the local government and now it's quite the tourist attraction. And free too.
And there was corn growing in the adjacent field, so we decided a picture there would be appropriate. This is field corn and is very near to ready to harvest. There are also many ripe wheat fields in the Alliance area, once you're out of the Sandhills part. The Sandhills are rangelands. But since you know I am 5 feet tall in my stocking feet, you can see how tall the corn is. Notice the corn on the edges of the fields grow a bit shorter than the corn a few rows back. It's always that way with corn.
After the excursion it was back to the hotel for laundry and repacking. Things seem to have gotten scrambled here and there in the luggages and need to be straightened out. So the laundry is still drying, but it's the last load. Ray has parceled out his pills for the week in his pill dispenser. The sun is setting on a beautiful day, the moon is up and tomorrow promises to be sunny and hot. I know. Tomorrow I will probably say it was too hot. But it won't be 103, and it won't be 39, so that will be a treat. We both have sore throats and snuffly noses and hope it won't come to more than that
We're starting to feel like we've been away from home for a long, long time. But I have to tell you that if you've got to be away from home, the Holiday Inn in Grand Island and the Holiday Inn Express in Alliance are great places to be. They have the most comfortable beds we've encountered the entire trip so far, the staffs have been wonderful and the breakfast is not the usual run of the mill stale muffins and toast. We recommend them both. Neither town amounts to much, size-wise, but the people are friendly and Grand Island has a Jimmy John's! We drove 3 miles there just to get a Jimmy John fix. In the absence of Beef Villa, it will do.
It rained almost all the way. Not hard, just omnipresent. The wind was gusty and cold. The clouds were low and dark and the day was completely wretched and gloomy. Gas stations on Highway 2 in NE are not what you could call numerous. They're spaced about 70 miles apart, so we had to ride that long before we could warm up.
We stopped along the way and put vinyl gloves on over our glove liners and under the gloves. My gloves and Ray's were saturated by the time we reached the first gas station. I bought a pair of heavy men's winter gloves. The fingers were way too long, but they were warm and above all else, dry. Ray bought a pair of heavy cotton liners, and our fingers barely avoided frostbite. My fingers got so cold in between stations that they hurt.
At our first station we both had big hot chocolates to warm us up. At the second, we had hot chocolate and gas station food. I could not recommend the fried chicken, but it was a 3 piece serving and Ray was filled up with the thigh and leg and I by the breast. The onion rings were less than appetizing. Both had, however, the much appreciated benefit of being hot. We lingered there a fair time until we had to get back out and face the weather. At the third, it was more hot chocolate, and I'm glad they all had it, but I was totally prepared to drink gallons of decaf coffee and plead medical emergency, just to get something warm in me. People from cars felt sorry for us out in that raw weather and didn't hesitate to say so.
The route is one of Nebraska's scenic drives and winds it's way thru the Sandhills area. It was beautiful we think, but honestly we only noticed the landscape particularly once when it wasn't raining and Ray commented that it looked like a scene out of Dances With Wolves. And it did, with Angus cattle standing in for buffalo. There are unfortunately no pictures, partly because we didn't want to risk the camera getting soaked and partly because Ray didn't think it was worth taking off all his gloves and partly because we were so cold we didn't want to spend one extra minute on that road. I bet today it is totally beautiful out there. It's still very green in Nebraska, one of the few years it's stayed green all summer and into fall, the natives tell us. There are supposedly lots of wildlife out in those plains but we could not testify to that as any animal with any sense was tucked away out of the rain.
I have never been so cold in my life. I think I had totally used up my ability to make my own heat. The only warm spot in my entire body was right were the hot chocolate sat in my tummy. About a half hour after we got warmed up the shivers would start again. You know you are cold when your helmeted head shivers too. All the vents on our helmets were closed, our rain suits buttoned up to our necks, rain boots on. We did everything we could do, but it was still TOO cold. Yeah, I know you guys think I'm just always saying that, but for yesterday, it really was true. It was a horrible day and I will never, ever ride in 41 degrees wearing only summer clothing. Nope. Don't ask me to do it, I will turn you down. In fact, I am not sure I'd do it even if I had a heated suit, gloves, boots and bottom warmer.
I turned the heat up in our lovely room and we both took hot showers. We dashed across the parking lot to the Arby's for supper. We had not thought we were in the mood for Arby's but it hit the spot and was just the right size for our supper. After that, we didn't do much and fell into bed about 10. I still felt chilled.
Today dawned cloudy but not too cold. We woke up in time to go to church. There were 13 people in Sunday School and 4 of us were visitors. There were 7 ladies in Relief Society and 2 of us were visitors. The Relief Society President is also the RS pianist. They have a nice little building with room to grow some, 18 benches in the chapel and not one was full. When we came out after meeting, the clouds had cleared and it was a wonderful day. We came back to the motel (went over to church in the sidecar...no ladylike way to get in OR out) changed our clothes and then walked across the street to try Martin's Family Restaurant. It was closed so we went next door to an Italian place, Sam and Louie's. The aroma was delicious, so we figured it was a good bet. We were right! We both decided on lasagne, with an appetizer of fried ravioli. Yum! We had enough leftover that we ate supper in our room. Beats gas station chicken hands down.
After lunch, we decided to drive out to see Carhenge. It's very odd. Why a family decided that this was the proper way to memorialize their farmer father is well beyond my imagining. But it is interesting. The family turned the installation over to the local government and now it's quite the tourist attraction. And free too.
And there was corn growing in the adjacent field, so we decided a picture there would be appropriate. This is field corn and is very near to ready to harvest. There are also many ripe wheat fields in the Alliance area, once you're out of the Sandhills part. The Sandhills are rangelands. But since you know I am 5 feet tall in my stocking feet, you can see how tall the corn is. Notice the corn on the edges of the fields grow a bit shorter than the corn a few rows back. It's always that way with corn.
After the excursion it was back to the hotel for laundry and repacking. Things seem to have gotten scrambled here and there in the luggages and need to be straightened out. So the laundry is still drying, but it's the last load. Ray has parceled out his pills for the week in his pill dispenser. The sun is setting on a beautiful day, the moon is up and tomorrow promises to be sunny and hot. I know. Tomorrow I will probably say it was too hot. But it won't be 103, and it won't be 39, so that will be a treat. We both have sore throats and snuffly noses and hope it won't come to more than that
We're starting to feel like we've been away from home for a long, long time. But I have to tell you that if you've got to be away from home, the Holiday Inn in Grand Island and the Holiday Inn Express in Alliance are great places to be. They have the most comfortable beds we've encountered the entire trip so far, the staffs have been wonderful and the breakfast is not the usual run of the mill stale muffins and toast. We recommend them both. Neither town amounts to much, size-wise, but the people are friendly and Grand Island has a Jimmy John's! We drove 3 miles there just to get a Jimmy John fix. In the absence of Beef Villa, it will do.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
We Are Betrayed
Betrayed by the formerly trusted weather service AND the weather channel. So much for all of Iowa overwhelmed by severe thunderstorms and flash flooding.
We awoke to find the storm systems had not joined forces to create huge storms, but gone their own ways to north and south, leaving Iowa mostly in the clear. We'd have probably gotten almost to our destination before running into heavy weather. And there are still rumblings about severe weather south of I-80, which is where we will be. So maybe just as well we stayed here.
O well. Lesson learned. Check in the morning before you go cancelling reservations.
In the meanwhile Nauvoo, outside of a distinct lack of eating establishments, is not a bad place to be.
We went down to the restoration area again this morning and visited the brickworks and the blacksmith shop and walked out Parley Street to read the journal entries posted along there. On the way, we stopped to watch some oxen pulling a wagon and eventually, the teamster asked if we'd like to ride in the wagon too. Oxen are huge and their noses are leathery not soft like horses noses. And they drool. But they had beautiful coats and horns. The ride was rough and I'm glad I didn't have to ride across the plains in one of those wagons.
We got a little tiny horseshoe at the blacksmith and a "Prairie Diamond" ring made out of a square nail. At the brickworks we came away with a little brick. It was fun!
Late lunch today was Creamy Chicken Soup at Hand, warmed up in the little microwave down at the Hospitality Room, a banana and diet soda. For dessert, we have homemade carmel corn from the Old Mill Bakery.
Ray is napping and I'm making this entry. It is still supposed to thunderstorm here later today and overnight, but it will all be over by morning and we will scoot off across Iowa in partly cloudy and mid-60s. It hopefully will be less humid than today is.
We awoke to find the storm systems had not joined forces to create huge storms, but gone their own ways to north and south, leaving Iowa mostly in the clear. We'd have probably gotten almost to our destination before running into heavy weather. And there are still rumblings about severe weather south of I-80, which is where we will be. So maybe just as well we stayed here.
O well. Lesson learned. Check in the morning before you go cancelling reservations.
In the meanwhile Nauvoo, outside of a distinct lack of eating establishments, is not a bad place to be.
We went down to the restoration area again this morning and visited the brickworks and the blacksmith shop and walked out Parley Street to read the journal entries posted along there. On the way, we stopped to watch some oxen pulling a wagon and eventually, the teamster asked if we'd like to ride in the wagon too. Oxen are huge and their noses are leathery not soft like horses noses. And they drool. But they had beautiful coats and horns. The ride was rough and I'm glad I didn't have to ride across the plains in one of those wagons.
We got a little tiny horseshoe at the blacksmith and a "Prairie Diamond" ring made out of a square nail. At the brickworks we came away with a little brick. It was fun!
Late lunch today was Creamy Chicken Soup at Hand, warmed up in the little microwave down at the Hospitality Room, a banana and diet soda. For dessert, we have homemade carmel corn from the Old Mill Bakery.
Ray is napping and I'm making this entry. It is still supposed to thunderstorm here later today and overnight, but it will all be over by morning and we will scoot off across Iowa in partly cloudy and mid-60s. It hopefully will be less humid than today is.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Now We Believe...
....that we are really going to take this trip. It took so long to get to this point that we weren't sure it would happen. But it has!
We could not leave without a last dinner at Todo Mexico, our favorite Mexican restaurant, which we enjoyed in the company of our good friends Brion and Geneva. Hi, you two!
We got on the road in good time yesterday, despite the fact that we went back home to get my overnight kit, the one thing I cannot live without. Someone, Who Shall Remain Nameless, left it sitting outside the garage and didn't pack it. O well. Short detour.
We got to North Bend so quick it was unbelievable. And starting out from there saved us time this morning, since we didn't have to deal with Seattle traffic. We went back to the hotel because at breakfast Someone, Who Shall Remain Nameless, was missing his wedding ring! Sadly, we didn't find it in the room or in any of his pockets. We still hope it will turn up in some odd place in the luggages. Here is the view out our motel room door.
Also, believe that Western Washington has the best weather in the country. Well, maybe Hawaii has better weather. But Western Washington sure beats Eastern Washington when it comes to weather.
It was actually cold up on Snoqualmie, and we had to put on our rain jackets or freeze. But when we topped Snoqualmie Pass, the skies cleared and just past Lake Kachess (which our boys called Stump Lake) we stopped to take off the jackets. By Ellensburg it was 91 and there were no more trees.
Just past Ellensburg, we passed a field with about a dozen motorhomes dozing in the sun. I am sure they were feeling the call of the open road in their aluminum bones as everyone went rushing past on the freeway.
Man alive, are there some bad smells around the east side of the state! Phew! That's one thing you all miss, driving around in your cars...the smells! When it comes to giant composting heaps, you are lucky indeed. But then we passed mint fields and the aroma was incredibly fresh and good. Kinda made up for the heaps.
The landscape changed after E-burg, sere dry hills lying around like giant sleeping dun-colored mangy beasts, tufts of grey-green prickly fur sticking up here and there. It was so hot and it was so dry. We were grateful when a cloud hung around for a while. It's really desert, sagebrush is the only thing that grows.
We stopped way out in the country at a little diner called Barbara Ann's. It didn't look like much, but it was clean and the food was truly tasty. The fries were among the best we've ever had and we know our fries. There was a gas station there and I was getting low on gas, but Someone, Who Shall Remain Nameless, said we'd go to the next one. Just after we passed the next one, Someone, Who Shall Remain Nameless, said oh, oh, I need gas!! But there was no gas for many miles and we ended up hauling out the emergency gas can in a rest area and each bike got about a gallon. It was enough to get to the next station and thirsty bikes took on a load of gas. Someone, Who Shall Remain Nameless, took on a load of teasing. (and still is, as you can see, but there is no one else I'd rather be traveling with) She Who Will Remain Nameless thought it was silly and dangerous to carry gasoline, but I'm glad we did.
We arrived in Spokane before rush hour and that was good. However, it was now 93 degrees and sunny again. Horrible for people used to a summertime average of 76. Hot, hot hot. The longer and hotter the day, the tighter my helmet gets. By mid-afternoon, nothing fits and the fidgets set in.
Just before meltdown, Coeur D'Alene popped up and we gratefully retreated to a nicely a/c'd room to cool off for a while. We'd discovered that Ray's communicator was malfunctioning, so we hunted up a m/c dealership that had our kind of communicator in stock. We couldn't buy just the broken part, we had to buy a whole new 2 person kit. It's our first unplanned expense, but we did plan for those in general, so as long as there are not a lot more unplanned expenses, we'll be ok. On the way back we stopped for dinner at a Chinese Buffet. My favorite things were the stuffed crabs, the crab salad and the vegetable egg rolls. They had hot and sour soup, and shu mai and pot stickers, but they were not near as good as Fu Man's.
So now it's time to relax a bit before bedtime. We are tired, but we're fine, and we're really on the way. I will share with you one lesson from todays travels: in one rest area, there was no toilet paper in the porta-potties, in one gas station, there was no paper in the stalls. Always, always carry your own t.p. when traveling! We do, and we were glad we used up space on it. Hope you all are well and happy. See you tomorrow, with any luck!
We could not leave without a last dinner at Todo Mexico, our favorite Mexican restaurant, which we enjoyed in the company of our good friends Brion and Geneva. Hi, you two!
We got on the road in good time yesterday, despite the fact that we went back home to get my overnight kit, the one thing I cannot live without. Someone, Who Shall Remain Nameless, left it sitting outside the garage and didn't pack it. O well. Short detour.
We got to North Bend so quick it was unbelievable. And starting out from there saved us time this morning, since we didn't have to deal with Seattle traffic. We went back to the hotel because at breakfast Someone, Who Shall Remain Nameless, was missing his wedding ring! Sadly, we didn't find it in the room or in any of his pockets. We still hope it will turn up in some odd place in the luggages. Here is the view out our motel room door.
Also, believe that Western Washington has the best weather in the country. Well, maybe Hawaii has better weather. But Western Washington sure beats Eastern Washington when it comes to weather.
It was actually cold up on Snoqualmie, and we had to put on our rain jackets or freeze. But when we topped Snoqualmie Pass, the skies cleared and just past Lake Kachess (which our boys called Stump Lake) we stopped to take off the jackets. By Ellensburg it was 91 and there were no more trees.
Just past Ellensburg, we passed a field with about a dozen motorhomes dozing in the sun. I am sure they were feeling the call of the open road in their aluminum bones as everyone went rushing past on the freeway.
Man alive, are there some bad smells around the east side of the state! Phew! That's one thing you all miss, driving around in your cars...the smells! When it comes to giant composting heaps, you are lucky indeed. But then we passed mint fields and the aroma was incredibly fresh and good. Kinda made up for the heaps.
The landscape changed after E-burg, sere dry hills lying around like giant sleeping dun-colored mangy beasts, tufts of grey-green prickly fur sticking up here and there. It was so hot and it was so dry. We were grateful when a cloud hung around for a while. It's really desert, sagebrush is the only thing that grows.
We stopped way out in the country at a little diner called Barbara Ann's. It didn't look like much, but it was clean and the food was truly tasty. The fries were among the best we've ever had and we know our fries. There was a gas station there and I was getting low on gas, but Someone, Who Shall Remain Nameless, said we'd go to the next one. Just after we passed the next one, Someone, Who Shall Remain Nameless, said oh, oh, I need gas!! But there was no gas for many miles and we ended up hauling out the emergency gas can in a rest area and each bike got about a gallon. It was enough to get to the next station and thirsty bikes took on a load of gas. Someone, Who Shall Remain Nameless, took on a load of teasing. (and still is, as you can see, but there is no one else I'd rather be traveling with) She Who Will Remain Nameless thought it was silly and dangerous to carry gasoline, but I'm glad we did.
We arrived in Spokane before rush hour and that was good. However, it was now 93 degrees and sunny again. Horrible for people used to a summertime average of 76. Hot, hot hot. The longer and hotter the day, the tighter my helmet gets. By mid-afternoon, nothing fits and the fidgets set in.
Just before meltdown, Coeur D'Alene popped up and we gratefully retreated to a nicely a/c'd room to cool off for a while. We'd discovered that Ray's communicator was malfunctioning, so we hunted up a m/c dealership that had our kind of communicator in stock. We couldn't buy just the broken part, we had to buy a whole new 2 person kit. It's our first unplanned expense, but we did plan for those in general, so as long as there are not a lot more unplanned expenses, we'll be ok. On the way back we stopped for dinner at a Chinese Buffet. My favorite things were the stuffed crabs, the crab salad and the vegetable egg rolls. They had hot and sour soup, and shu mai and pot stickers, but they were not near as good as Fu Man's.
So now it's time to relax a bit before bedtime. We are tired, but we're fine, and we're really on the way. I will share with you one lesson from todays travels: in one rest area, there was no toilet paper in the porta-potties, in one gas station, there was no paper in the stalls. Always, always carry your own t.p. when traveling! We do, and we were glad we used up space on it. Hope you all are well and happy. See you tomorrow, with any luck!
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Glub! Snuffle....Hack!
May was the wettest May ever, since the beginning of official weather records. Now, that does not make for fun rides unless you are a duck. I am not a duck. Tt has not been riding weather and that's frustrating.
And now I've gotten sick. I blame a pint-sized germ factory with a juicy cough who was at a birthday party on Sunday, sharing his germs with one and all. Yippee. He was kind enough to share them with yours truly. Nice kid.
And now I've gotten sick. I blame a pint-sized germ factory with a juicy cough who was at a birthday party on Sunday, sharing his germs with one and all. Yippee. He was kind enough to share them with yours truly. Nice kid.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Still Waiting
We're still waiting for a decent motorcycle day. None has arrived to bless our motorcycles in the last week.
Last night we had chunky rain on the way home from Monday Night Dinner At Taco Bell. It snowed 12 inches up in Stevens Pass and 6 at Snoqualmie. Good grief! Looks like Spring may be a no-show.
It would not be the first time. In fact, since we've lived here, we've missed entire summers from time to time. It just never warms up some years and we go straight from extended spring to extended fall.
Even if it stays nasty, we'll have a chance to warm up in the MidWorst this summer. And then I'll complain about the horrid humidity and heat, you know I will.
This year Evergreen Safety Foundation is offering one advanced trike/sidecar class. (first time ever) I wish I could go, but the cost on top of the cost of the upcoming Trek is prohibitive. Every penny we spend now we won't have for the trip expenses. I hear in Oregon the advanced classes are sometimes cancelled due to lack of students! Hard to believe people don't want advanced training. I want it, can't afford it. Maybe that's the case all around?
I'm still trying to figure out how to keep Norman's dog bed dry in the rain. And drive fast doesn't necessarily work. And I hope I can get in some riding practice before we leave on the trip. I hate to ride in the cold and wet!
Last night we had chunky rain on the way home from Monday Night Dinner At Taco Bell. It snowed 12 inches up in Stevens Pass and 6 at Snoqualmie. Good grief! Looks like Spring may be a no-show.
It would not be the first time. In fact, since we've lived here, we've missed entire summers from time to time. It just never warms up some years and we go straight from extended spring to extended fall.
Even if it stays nasty, we'll have a chance to warm up in the MidWorst this summer. And then I'll complain about the horrid humidity and heat, you know I will.
This year Evergreen Safety Foundation is offering one advanced trike/sidecar class. (first time ever) I wish I could go, but the cost on top of the cost of the upcoming Trek is prohibitive. Every penny we spend now we won't have for the trip expenses. I hear in Oregon the advanced classes are sometimes cancelled due to lack of students! Hard to believe people don't want advanced training. I want it, can't afford it. Maybe that's the case all around?
I'm still trying to figure out how to keep Norman's dog bed dry in the rain. And drive fast doesn't necessarily work. And I hope I can get in some riding practice before we leave on the trip. I hate to ride in the cold and wet!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Spring Never Comes
Today is one of those particularly Northwest days, dark enough you need to turn on the lights to see what's for lunch. (nothing particular interesting)
It's rainy, cold and damp and makes my previously broken leg ache. It feels like one of our eternal months-long rains although it is out of season for one of those.
It makes me want to huddle by the fire in my warm jammies, tucked in my blankie with a cup of cocoa to warm my hands and insides.
It feels like Spring is a distant fantasy.
The moss is ecstatic.
Definitely not a motorcycle day.
It's rainy, cold and damp and makes my previously broken leg ache. It feels like one of our eternal months-long rains although it is out of season for one of those.
It makes me want to huddle by the fire in my warm jammies, tucked in my blankie with a cup of cocoa to warm my hands and insides.
It feels like Spring is a distant fantasy.
The moss is ecstatic.
Definitely not a motorcycle day.
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