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Ringing It In

We managed to get ourselves all the way to Seattle for New Years Eve, which if you'd asked me a week ago if I expected to do that, I probably would have shook my head with a no no no no no no no. We're going to take it NICE AND SLOW.

But, as the weather held out mostly, we simply wanted to take advantage of clear skies and keep on trucking.

Speaking of clear skies, there was some mention in my LAST post about the rain we would be encountering and the snow we would be avoiding. Ah, ya, so, about that...

There was a great commercial a few years ago, for a bank, that had a couple doing their budgeting going over the list of monthly expenses they needed to account for. The man at the computer, he was typing in all of the items his wife listed off - groceries, car, mortgage, facial, insurance - when he then stopped and turned:


and in a very high pitched voice, she responds:

"Did I say facial?"

And I tell you story because I want you to try and imagine my voice saying that except saying

Did I say no snow?

Cause, yesterday, on the FINAL leg of our journey, on the final 160 miles, the mountains were at it again, and all of that 'we're heading into rain' talk soon became all too NOT true and we, along with many others on the road, were neck deep into more snow:

This was seriously 40 miles away from Seattle. It seems I needed to learn a Mother Nature lesson again.

But , the upside this time was that we were not in the dark and we knew the rain country had to be not that far away.

And so we made it. Just fine. And just in time to spend a civilized evening in Seattle. What a great way to bring in the new year.

Here's to the next decade. May it be filled with health and happiness for you all.


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