Dashing through No Snow December 22, 2017
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We were supposed to be in Portland Tuesday through Saturday. I was excited to be in town over a Thursday so that I could go to a contra dance. But as the weather reports came in, Tim and I texted from our respective workplaces over the wisdom of staying in town—whether leaving Friday morning (today) would be too late to avoid driving through a storm. So we made a dash for it. We had a quick early dinner at a Japanese-food-truck-turned-cozy-corner spot (where we wouldn’t feel deprived by not drinking but could still have amazing food) and checked out of the hotel around 6:15 pm to face a 4.5-or-so-hours drive home.
The skies were clear. The roads were dry. The crescent moon was setting. Dashing through no snow. Hard to believe it was on its way.
I was in bed by 11:30, I think. When I got up in the wee hours (to wee, of course), the snow had begun, heavy flakes visible by the streetlight.
Today we took our first x-country ski on the rail trail.
Tonight we are hunkering down.
Woo hoo, white Christmas… enjoy!
Wow. I’m always amazed by those who live in romantic landscapes (ie. anything covered by snow.)
Also, I agree, I think that must be why they’re called the “wee hours.”