There’s no place like home…there’s no place like home….
I love to travel and I love to be home.
How can that be?
Isn’t that some sort of impossibility?
A paradox?
Swimming in Miami one day, ending up in freezing rain the next.
Seattle Airport virtually closed after we landed.
Renting a Jeep at a horrific price because there are no flights leaving and the hotels are full.
Driving through the Columbia Gorge where traction devices are required for vehicles over 10K.
Does that mean the semis get to stop in the middle of the freeway to put on their chains? Seriously?
Powerline poles crashing down on the roads…arcing fire.
Doesn’t anyone clean the ice off the lines now that the farmers aren’t allowed to?
Has anyone considered…underground power lines????
Coming home to no power…and beautiful snow!

Broken tractor...
Road closed due to four more broken poles. So much for Wasco Electric and Sherman County maintenance...where does all that wind tower money go?
Lighting all my candles…the house smelled like a fir-pina colada-fruit salad!
Watching a movie on Colt’s computer, snuggled up on the couch…enjoying it?!
Icicles. Sunlight shining. Snow covered foothills and stubble.
Decadence. Pure decadence.
Sledding down the hill…with a Ranger on tracks to pull the sledders back to the top!
After all, home is where the heart is!












