Wednesday, September 27, 2006
There's no hurricanes here.
Well, far-away glaciers.
Very far away.
It's still Summer. And there's that whole Global Warming thing to consider.
But the snow does reach here every once in a while.
At least, that's what the Olympic Ski Patrol would have us think.
(This cabin is called "Ice Station Zebra". If I were going after a black and white animal to name an Ice Station after, I'd pick one with a little more experience. Ice Station Penguin or Orca might conjure more inspiring images of sure-footed snowy navigation.)
I think maybe it's just that they like their little cabin out in the wilderness, next to the trees which grow slanting and stunted due to the winds that this ridge is named for.
Apparently they're Hurricane-strength.
But today the breeze wasn't even strong enough to disturb the last of the bluebells.