Until this last weekend, it hadn't snowed in Seattle yet this winter. Even the mountains were dry. The slopes were sparse and the snow was probably that terrible type that is hard and crunchy--the kind that PNWers complain about, but the kind that East Coasters cut their teeth on. Possibly literally. Ari & Patrick & I drove out to one of those weird lakes that line I-90 East, the ones that have old growth tree stumps sticking out in the middle of them, one of the ones that you see on a hot day stuck sitting in the traffic over the pass and want to get out and jump in.
But we found snow, and sun--and I don't mean that heavily filtered kind that we get on
We spent a good while at the lake, trying to toss snowballs into a hollowed out tree trunk some distance away, and mucking around in the wet earth underneath the thin layer of snow. We drove to Snoqualmie Falls afterwards, to stand and watch the waterfall for a minute or two, and then headed back to happy hour at Tutta Bella in Issaquah.
This weekend, Patrick and I drove north and then east on Highway 2 for a ways, impatient for the snow and hoping to catch some flakes before they came to Seattle. We found it--somewhere between Monroe and Sultan--and got out of the car for a minute, before the cold and the cows chased us back west. I've been itching to get out of the city recently, wanting a break from city restaurants and bars and drivers and people. For now, while I'm broke (and still reeling from the 520 toll), short drives will have to do. I'm hoping, soon, to turn them into thrifting trips. If there are furs and vintage dresses to be had in Madison, AL, I'm sure to find at least a good coat in Verlot, WA, am I right?