Yesterday we drove to Olympia to have breakfast with Stella and Al.
We headed home early because the roads were icy, with entire sections of I-5 between Fort Lewis and Lacey quite slippery and frightening. Or rather, I was scared. Byron learned to drive in Colorado. He listened to his old warped cassette tapes and hummed happily. The rest of us went for defensive sleeping.
Snow is such a rare experience in these parts I can remember no more than a dozen storms. I’m excited that there may be more snow tonight.
Back at home the children sculpted a snow kitten and named it Skid Bladnur.