My car thermometer read 89 degrees at the summit of Snoqualmie Pass yesterday. I thought, could that be right? I cracked the window, stuck out my arm. Yup. It really was that hot, and got even hotter as I drove down through the Cascade foothills into baking Seattle.
This morning is a different story. A heavy marine layer came in overnight, the sky is grey, and a chilly breeze blew away all the heat. I'm getting ready to work outside. I suppose we are always the most critical of our own gardens, but mine is looking downright raggedy. I'm spending this cool Sunday clearing out dead stuff, deadheading and weeding.
I had an easy drive home, considering what can happen on that busy I-90 route during summer weekends. On Saturday morning, most of the traffic was headed east. They were passing each other like madmen on crazy three-lane Blewett Pass, so that was the only hazard traveling west. I didn't even hit any construction delays on Snoqualmie, a real bonus.
I hate driving around Seattle with a passion, but being alone on the open road is one of my secret pleasures. I plug in my iPod on Bluetooth, then sing along to folk songs and the Greatest Hits of the 70's. And not have to worry about making a certain "classical" someone jump out the window.
Thanks Amanda and Tom for having me stay. I sure hope the girls had as much fun as I did.
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