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The Great Highway crumbles into the sea

I used to drive past this stretch of the Great Highway twice a week when I lived in the Bay Area. The New York Times has a story about it, because it's going, going...

 

March 22, 2012

Last night Arabella my cat cuddled a little closer than normal and I stayed in bed a little longer than I do. There was a chill in the air. Outside too. This is Spring!

Snow in Portland

This is a photo of snow at sunrise at West Burnside, not too far from Joan's place. It all melted in a couple of hours, but it was pretty while it lasted.

Winter wonderland in Beaverton

Building on yesterday's blog here are some shots from my balcony of the scary white stuff that fell from the sky.

And:

While I contemplated walking around Nikeland and seeing the nutria sliding in the snow, Arabella sat patiently in front of the space heater.

By the time I got out of the shower the snow was pretty much melted, and I wasn't sure if anyone wanted to see pictures of nutria in the slush.

I managed a trip to Fred Meyer, who rules the grocery world around here, and got a mocha from the Starbucks next door to Fred's, but otherwise I did not stretch my hamstrings outdoors.