My last post was about how gorgeous the weather is here in Washington state. Of course the day after I published that post I awoke to a winter wonderland out there.
The snow didn’t last, not here in Leavenworth. The mountain passes were a different story, covered in snow and ice.
That afternoon I ventured into Wenatchee where there was no snow at all. Thankfully the wind warnings didn’t materialize into much and the sun shone in all its glory.
On my way back home I stopped in Cashmere to go for a walk. I was delighted to capture these shots of spring flowers.
Even my favorite tree, a red maple, was beginning to bud.
Although it was cool yesterday, today we’re back up into the 60s. I guess Mother Nature was just toying with us on Monday. After all, spring has sprung.
Here we go again. The temperatures are rising, the snow is falling and there are avalanche warnings out for the mountain passes. The passes were closed last Tuesday and there actually were a couple of avalanches in two of the areas close to the passes.
Before I came to Washington state this winter, avalanches were just something that happened in the movies. That had been my experience.
Of course hurricanes and flash flooding were all new to me as well when I moved to Mexico. In Manitoba it was always extreme cold, windchills and tornados.
Here in Leavenworth we’ve been blessed with an abundance of snow, although the locals all tell me that this winter has been unusually mild with less snow than usual. But after eleven years of winter in Mexico any snow is a lot of snow to me.
Roofs are slanted here to accommodate the melting as well as the weight of the snow. These photos of the overhang was taken yesterday.
The house where I’m staying overlooks the seventeenth hole on the golf course. It looks very different in the winter.
But I’ve been told that avalanches never happen here in town, only higher up in the mountain passes. And that’s reassuring.
February is a short month, and this past week has not been the greatest. The groundhog saw his shadow back on February 2nd, so maybe that explains all the snow we’re getting now. It may also account for the temperatures that have plummeted from the forties down to the teens.
But I’m not complaining too loudly. When I talk to friends back in Winnipeg I hear stories of extreme windchills and cars not starting. That’s a typical winter on the Canadian prairies.
A friend in Winnipeg is back in the hospital as they still try to determine the cause of an infection. Another friend just lost her brother to cancer. More friends in Mexico are struggling with Covid and one has died.
While Canada is imposing even stricter restrictions, here in Washington state things are opening up. I must admit that I’m confused by church gatherings with no masks and dine-in restaurants open in some towns but not in others. So much for state mandated rules.
Today is Valentine’s Day. Last year on this day I was in Aguascalientes at the park coloring and visiting with a friend. Today I’m coloring inside at home, glancing out the window at the falling snow.
The highlight of this past week is undoubtedly the three video calls I received from my eleven-year-old grandson in Culiacan. He usually calls me twice a week, so the extra call was truly a blessing. He tells me what he is studying in his online classes. He reads me stories he’s written. He tells me about his favorite videogames. Occasionally we talk about Covid.
I hope next week will be a better one. I’m tired of hearing about illness and death and quarantine.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Colder temperatures and less snow? Or milder temperatures and more snow? Winnipeg is the former and Leavenworth is the latter.
Today is Thursday and we’ve had over two feet of snow since Tuesday night when I moved back to Leavenworth from Wenatchee. The Washingtonians take it in their stride. But after eleven winters in Mexico I find it rather fascinating.
Here is the view from my front door with the 17th hole of the golf course in the background.
And here is Steve’s truck after the foot of snow we got last night.
It’s now Friday. Linda and I went out to Sleeping Lady and went for a walk. It was warm and the paths were primarily clear with slushy spots. I was warm in my ski jacket and toque. I even wore my Thinsulate gloves for the first time although a lighter pair would have been just fine.
This beautiful glass sculpture by Chihuly looks completely different with the snow in the background.
We also came across this quaint little bridge.
Here is one of the charming cabins at the resort.
Today is Saturday. Once again the sun is hiding. We had snow showers this morning instead of the heavy snowfall we had earlier in the week. This afternoon it changed to rain and then to snow. I’m hibernating and catching up on laundry.
I am quite enjoying my first winter in snow in eleven years. I know I will never tire of the spectacular view of the mountains, even when snow covered.
Today is Sunday with more snow in the forecast. And it’s time to post this.
Fourth move in four months.
I’m back in Leavenworth.
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother to unpack a suitcase. But I always do.
And I keep on moving. And this time I wound up back in Leavenworth.
It snowed all day yesterday and it’s still snowing this morning. It’s the first time I’ve ever moved on a snowy day. Usually it’s bright and sunny.
I also haven’t seen snow like this since 2009. It actually does look kind of pretty.
I was in Cashmere yesterday morning where it wasn’t snowing. I visited my tree, of course, and went to Spirit of America.
It’s a very different winter for me and I’m getting used to it. So far it’s been pretty mild. But it isn’t Mexico.
I’m usually here in the summer, not in the winter. I haven’t spent a winter in snow since 2009, and even that year I escaped to Cuba for a while.
On Friday I went to my friend Ann’s home in Leavenworth. When I first got back in September I stayed in a cabin on her property. It sure looks different in the winter.
The view from the deck has changed as well. Too cold for rafting on the river although it has not frozen over.
Less than a half hour away I’m still walking around in track shoes, not boots. There is no snow on the ground yet.
I took a walk through downtown the other day and decided to take photos of sculptures rather than buildings.
I also got a shot of an old bridge I’ve walked across that connects the downtown area with the Walla Walla Point Park loop trail and the miniature railroad.
Winter has always been my least favorite season of the year. My memories of winter on the Canadian prairies are of getting up in the dark in the morning and returning home from school or work in the dark. And then there were the freezing temperatures and bitter windchills.
Although I much prefer my winters in Mexico, I really can’t complain too loudly about the weather in Wenatchee. I just pray that the mild temperatures continue and that there isn’t too much snow in the near future.
Winter, you are such a tease! This was around 8 yesterday morning on the patio.
Later in the morning we headed out to Lowe’s to buy a shovel. By then it had warmed up although some of the fog still lingered. The streets were a tad slushy.
By noon the streets and sidewalks were completely clear. The sun was even trying to peek through. But up on the mountains the snow and fog were clearly visible.
The forecast is mainly for snow showers or rain for the next few days. I’m glad the snow is coming gradually. It makes it easier to get used to after ten years of Mexican winters.
My friend in Aguascalientes sent me this photo taken the other day at Jardin San Marcos.
I miss Mexico at this time of year. I hope that next year at this time that’s where I’ll be. It feels too strange not to be there now.
This was the view from my bedroom window earlier in the week. There was none of that white stuff in sight.
And then came Friday the 13th. The view changed drastically.
In all honesty, it’s a beautiful picture postcard out there today. First snowfalls are always pretty. And here in Washington the mountains are an amazing backdrop unlike the flat Canadian prairies where I come from. As the temperature rises, the snowfall has changed to rainfall, washing away the snow on the ground.
My last non-Mexico winter was in Winnipeg in 2009, although I did escape to Cuba for a bit of a reprieve. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever envision spending a winter in Washington. But I am now.
Friday’s snowfall was pretty to watch from inside. However I didn’t venture out until it began to melt the next day.
Today I am headed to Wenatchee to do some shopping. Seeing as I’m here for the winter, I am in search of the appropriate clothing.
Sandals hidden away at the back of my closet, the first item on my agenda is boots. The last time I wore winter boots was a decade ago. Not looking forward to it.
Gloves and a hat are the next priority. My friends assure me it doesn’t get as cold as the Canadian prairies. I hope they’re right.
I actually got a ski jacket the first year I came here. But I hightailed it back to Mexico at the first hint of snow in 2016 so I haven’t had much use for it until now.
There may be a few other interesting items further along the line, such as bear spray. Apparently the bears are hungry and adore coming into town in search of food.
I see deer around frequently, but they’re relatively harmless. Cougar and coyote sightings are still common. I sincerely hope the rattlesnakes have disappeared for the winter.
And speaking of wildlife, election fever is high here. But I’ll save that for another post.