We went up to the Shak last weekend and it was so sunny and warm I decided to stay on for a few days. I split a bunch of wood, went for long walks, and read a couple books. On Tuesday it rained, then it got chilly. The rain turned to slush and ice. On Wednesday it snowed.
I went for a walk in the snow. It was falling in big chunks, like a billion white moths coming in for landing. An eagle was perched above the meadow. It startled as I walked by and flew off in the snow bobbing and weaving trying not to get hit. A half dozen blue herons were standing ankle-deep in the bay, hunkered down trying to keep their feet warm.
By mid-day Thursday the snow melted into a thick layer of slush on the roads and the runway. The Flying Fish dropped in to rescue me. We flew out into thick cold calm air. 10 miles south it was 10 degrees warmer. The San Juans were still covered with snow but on the mainland the only white in the fields were flocks of snow geese and swans.
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