All trip, I’ve felt pretty skilled at my weather-negotiation. I headed north (from hot Texas) last August, catching the move into autumn in Chicago. I slipped back south from New England as November was getting underway, just as it was getting a little chilly for my taste. And after the Winter Break, I headed out to Sunny California through that point at which March had already come in like a lion.
So I thought I was safe, skilled at negotiating the seasons and locations across this broad country. Little did I know, it was all just waiting…
That was my commute on Thursday. This is the highway between Moscow and Pullman.
And those are the humongous snowflakes at Gonzaga University in Spokane on Friday. March 28th. It may be hard to tell, but many of them were over quarter-size. Really and truly.
I saw snow today, too, still falling from the sky. On March 30th. It’s basically summer, and it’s snowing.
Everybody up here seems rather surprised at it all, too, so at least I’m not alone. It’s funny hearing Northwesterners be annoyed with the very weather they have helped propagate… or something like that. Anyway, we’ll see if the snows make it into April. Kinda fun for a Texas boy.
Written from The Purple Door (my “home” in Seattle)