So one of the things that happens here is SNOW. It's this odd white fluffy stuff that falls from the sky instead of rain, I had heard rumors of its existence prior to moving up here but I thought it was just a legend. Like elk, or yeti.
Anyway within about an hour's drive of Seattle there are ski resorts where wizards can teach you how to stay upright on two tiny sticks while hurtling downhill. If you drive even further east I hear there are some much larger mountains w/ ski resorts but I'm quite content with my little mountain until I too am a ski magician.
One of the things that I love the most about this area is how quickly everything changes. As soon as you head east out of Seattle on I-90 you start climbing in elevation. I've been going skiing every Sunday and every Sunday the drive amazes me all over again.
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Heading east to the first week of ski lessons |
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Snoqualmie |
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About to hit the slopes |
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Sunset on the way home |
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Heading back up for week 2. In a freaking snowstorm (see next post on SNOWMAGEDDON) |
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Fairyland |
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Insane snow storm for week 3. |
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The roads had several feet of snow plowed along the side. |
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Blizzard at Snoqulamie |
I might do a follow-up post on this one if anything major happens. Hopefully it will just be more swooshing downhill.