Back in August when I visited Seattle for the first time I vividly recall asking somebody, “what possible weather problems could you have here other than getting a little wet?” As a guy from the Midwest I’ve seen my share of violent thunderstorms, tornado warnings, ice storms, oppressive summer heat, flooding, and piles of snow. So the “temperate” climate of the Northwest didn’t seem like that big of a deal. And as is often the case when I think I know a little bit about something . . .
I was wrong.
In the three and a half months I’ve been here there have been hurricane force winds that knocked out power to people for days at a time, a three week “arctic blast” that piled snow measured in feet in some places, and then last week, flooding so bad that parts of the city were literally turned into islands and a 20 mile stretch of the interstate heading south (where I was incidentally trying to go) was flooded out. (that, my friends, was a long sentence)
As an example, here’s a little pictorial metaphor. This is the HTF posing (with the shiny melon on display) in front of Snowqualmie Falls. It was a nice little hike down there and the falls emptied into a small pool and stream.
Well, this was the falls last week as seen from a helicopter. The place where I was standing before was about 40 feet underwater. And the whole valley was flooded out.
What’s the point to this? I’m not talking smack about other people’s weather ever again (unless you happen to be in Hawaii).