Spring Ain't Sprung

What has happened to Spring? Driving back to Pugetopia yesterday my truck got bodyslammed so hard by a fist of Columbia River gorge wind on the Vantage bridge that it blasted me halfway into the next lane, which was thankfully unoccupied.  The wind was brutal all the way to the pass. Stopping at Indian John Hill rest stop I about froze in my cargo shorts.  The pass itself was a nasty misty windy cloudy rainy and snowy mixy crap haul. Did see a smoking airbag deployment wreck off to the side. Everyone looked ok.

It's sunny right now as I type this. I don't know what the forecast calls for. I don't even really care anymore. We've been robbed of Spring. I bet it's a hundred degrees below zero out. I bet a twister full of broken glass and blowdarts will suck me up in a vortex of climatic fury only to deposit me on a witch and then I'll be all like "hey I'm sorry it didn't work out, but you know, I have my relationship standards and all ..." and then the sun will burst forth from the clouds like a magnificent exploding zit of sheer Godly power or perhaps an escape pod accidentally and tragically escaping from a mothership rapidly de-orbiting the earth because the weather is becoming UNINHABITABLE.

Have a great day. Stay warm.

Comments

[riggs]

Noted. Agreed. Sucks.

[glynis]

my geraniums died. sigh.

[Interplanet Chicken]

Thursday and Friday are suppose to be 90!

[glynis]

just hiked mica, bobness. still snowy. on the plus side, nobody's gonna have to stress about how they look in a swimsuit this summer!

[Bob]

All the way to the top? You're a lean mean hiking machine Glynis, I rode a dirt bike to the radar station (when it was still full of airmen) back in 76 and still remember some gnarly climbs.

I bow.

[glynis]

get up. gawd no, not to the top. are you crazy? i might be lean and i'm definitely mean according to recent polling, but the top of mica eludes me. just far enough to know that my lungs were satisfactorily inflated and my cardiac rate was higher than my weight. it was great. it's always great. grouse and pheasant are begging, BEGGING to be shot, plucked, marinated and barbequed. dang. now i feel like you've dared me to climb............