There was a crazy hailstorm in Redmond this evening; it almost made me apprehensive about crossing the bridge and making my way back home. It was cool though. And even though we’ve had no snow all winter, supposedly Crystal is opening this weekend.
It’s been a strange winter here: we’ve had alternating weeks of gorgeous sunshine and general ickiness, but it’s never been consistently icky enough for us to actually get snow in the mountains. And now we’re even looking at a summer of drought conditions that has the Eastern Washington farming communities (as well as the Western Washington-based consumers of farm products) rather concerned.
And while I’m complaining about random natural conditions in Seattle, I also wish we had a few beaches like this one:
(I actually really do love it here, and the summers are amazing; but even after a year and a half there are still some things to which I haven’t fully adjusted. Fortunately I do have excuses to make frequent trips to California and Miami.)
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