I walked into work on Monday, cursing my lack of foresight in that I don’t own a pair of snowshoes, and my lack of balance in that I slid ten feet down an ice-covered ramp balanced on only my hipbone and an elbow, and with hardly anyone else in the office I tooled around the internets a bit more than usual and discovered that the weekend’s snowfall was more than Portland has seen in a December since 1968.
We’re ill-equipped for that kind of weather in this city. Give us flood conditions and Portlanders will stomp around town in boots and oversized jackets just like always, but with snow nobody quite knows what to do. Just the rumor that snow might be coming caused schools to close down and most people to huddle up at home all last week; when the snow finally arrived, and we ended up with more than the city had seen in forty years, pandemonium ensued. Tracy has taken to calling our local weather SNOWMAGEDDON and I’m inclined to agree. Still, some of us braved the elements and got a little creative.
We’ll be snowed in for Christmas, but to me that just means empty streets for me to walk around in and take more pictures. Since I don’t think anyone is reading blogs this week anyway I’ll just keep posting snow pictures. They’ll be waiting here when you get back from wherever it is you all fly off to during this time of year.