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Snow then ice

What started as a mild snow storm Thursday, the 6th is now an ice storm. Tomorrow we are supposed to reach 47F. We shall see…. Currently 29F.

20140208-114012.jpg Day 1 – A squirrel finds sanctuary.

20140208-112416.jpg Day 2 – Heavy Snow. Broke the record for Feb 7th with 6.8″.

Blanketed in white below the mindfulness bell.

Day 3 (today) – Total snow 9.3″. Now the ice storm.

20140208-112638.jpg My car dressed in icicles.

Orion (on left) and Thor watching the freezing rain. BTW, the snowstorm is named Orion. Guess he got his fifteen seconds of fame!

Icicles on the mindfulness bell. Lovely, indeed.


7 a.m. Leaving the pool after swimming my first mile.

Orion watching the flakes swirl and the neighborhood kids play.

Limbs dressed in long white gloves.

Contemplating flurries.

A good day to read a book.


Snow Angels

What a glorious day! The quiet hush of the world wrapped in a blanket. The gentle glow when day turns to night. I love the snow.

Especially when it comes as a surprise, and only rare occasion.

Pleasant dreams.

How’s the weather?

I am a weather geek! I wear that badge with honor. While I am quite the amateur, when I was in graduate school I took a weather and climate course that was just so much fun. But my love of weather, the wilder and crazier the better, didn’t start in grad school. It actually started in the womb.

Let me tell you a little story, one that I did not hear for the first time until I was in my early 30’s.

My mother and father were living off the coast of Florida, my father in the Air Force. About 7 1/2 months into my mother’s pregnancy (with me) a thunderstorm struck hard across the island. In her infinite wisdom my mother got up to close the storm blinds, and as she grabbed the metal chain (not the wooden toggle at the end) the house was struck by lightning.

Now close your eyes and picture this: my mother, 7 1/2 months pregnant, unable to let go of the chain as the electricity from the lightning races through her (did I mention 7 1/2 months pregnant) body. At some point my father knocked her away from the chain and she appeared fine. The next morning when she visited the military doctor, he says, “Why Mrs. Hamilton, the baby is just fine. She’s swimming around in all that fluid.” (Uh, last I heard, fluid is a conductor of electricity.)

Needless to say, within about 24 hours, labor began, and lasted for three weeks. Yup, you better believe it; even then I was one smart cookie. I arrived three weeks early! It was no longer safe in that warm, dark environment. Besides, it was obvious all the excitement was out here, in the real world.

Since then I have chased thunderstorms in California, Maryland, New Jersey and North Carolina, although truth be told I never really had to chase them in NC, they just magically appeared. There is nothing more satisfying than the rumble of thunder and the electric snap of lightning. (I now live in my eco-home of Oregon, where thunderstorms rarely occur, and while I don’t miss the humidity that is such a part of the best thunderstorm environments; heavy sigh…I do love a good thunderstorm….)

Of course it wasn’t until grad school, when I took that weather and climate class that I thought perhaps becoming a meteorologist would be fun. And then I thought about being in grad school, and all the work that would entail to start a new degree, and decided being an amateur was just fine by me. (Although I do still toy with the notion of taking my undergrad work in anthropology and applying it to an ethnographic field study of storm chasers.)

Anyway, for all you amateur (and not so amateur) weather folk out there, if you have a smartphone I highly recommend checking out the Weathermob app. It’s the perfect venue to report your local weather and include photos as well. For now, a little teaser….


Happy weather hunting! (Or just basking in the sun.)

P.S. I am @wldwthrwmn









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Koosah Falls





Over the long holiday weekend of Memorial Day, Steven and I escaped the valley, rain and pollen, heading into the Strawberry Mountain Wilderness. En route we passed this amazing tree filled with shoes. Heading home we actually stopped so that I could take some pictures.


Between milepost 88 & 89 on Hwy 26 was this amazing sight to behold. Upon closer inspection it appears some of these shoes are nearly new, whilst others are barely being held together by their stitches.


I even found evidence of wild life having taken refuge in these shoes, as seen by the bird whose head you can barely see poking out of the top of the lower boot. Curious of the history of this tree I scanned the internet and came upon www.roadsideamerica.comĀ and it turns out that not only could I read about this particular tree, but shoe trees in rural, out of the way places are rather common. As common as rural, out of the way places can be.


Next time you find yourself venturing into the rural, out of the way unknown, keep your eyes open to the horizon, to the east and west, north and south. You never know what odd and fascinating things you may stumble upon.

Happy travels!