Outdoorsy people love Seattle because while the city itself has little more than a dusting of snow in any given winter, less than an hour to the east are the Cascade Mountains. My friend Louise has a cabin there on several acres of land; skiers in the family use the rather rustic spot for overnights after hitting the slopes.
We used to have serious snowstorms in Rochester, feet and feet sometimes — just like the scenes you see here. I love to look at pics of snow, and I remember the silence mid-storm when nothing is moving and the drifts are rapidly piling up. But I’m glad I don’t live in this any more. I had a driveway plow and the city had big sidewalk plows, but somehow after Jerry died I always wound up shoveling that last few feet.