Intermission

An intermission…between storms.

Snow blowing by my 8th floor apartment.  Looks like that wind is wicked hard.

Big fat flakes.

It’s wicked cold in that wind.

I was planning on leaving Monday, early, but I’m thinking now that full daylight on Tuesday, Direct Deposit day would be better.  I’ll get to Big Bear on Christmas Eve instead of the day before… but snow is dumping on BB, unusually for recent decades.

After all, a big point of the whole drive thing is to see family I haven’t seen in decades – and my brother.

My Caliber has been sure footed in this piddly amount we’ve gotten so far.  ‘Cept the side streets are hard snow and ice.  And this constant Gorge wind.

An intermission between posts of the falls frozen over.

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