Indio, California: You may recall, I
sometimes post photos sent from our house sitter of our Portland home covered in
snow? I giggle with delight that we are in sunny Palm Springs while our house is
covered in snow and our house sitter is snowed-in.
DT snapped this photo of our house in Portland. Wednesday
Last minute, Dave was summoned up to Portland for a meeting. (Yeah, never mind
that he is retired. He is still helping the University of Oregon with a few
things. Volunteer.) He booked a Portland flight, arrived Tuesday afternoon,
rented a car, stopped-by the grocer to pick up something for his dinner and made
it to our house as it began to snow. 2+ inches were predicted.
It snowed and snowed and snowed and snowed and snowed and snowed. All night.
When he woke, over ten inches had accumulated and it was still snowing. He could
not make his meeting. If Dave could get the rental car out of the driveway
(which he could not), he would never make it off the hill. Everyone planning to
attend the meeting was in the same situation, so the meeting was changed to a
Drat. He could have done that from the sunny desert.
The snow continued to fall. By Wednesday afternoon, 15 inches had accumulated at
our house. This was a huge event for Portland. The City was in peril. Portland
hadn't received a snowfall to these levels in decades. Since 1943 to be precise.
Snow depths much over an inch or two is so rare, Portland has little snow
removal equipment. The city just shuts-down. People on the east coast laugh at
us because schools close (and grocery store shelves empty) when Portland receives
snow, but few citizens have snow tires or chains. Few roads are plowed. It is
just too dangerous to drive, so everything closes and Oregonians hunker down
with hot cocoa and wait-it-out.
Friends were sending me photos of their situations:
That is really a lot of snow.
The temperatures were falling. It was 15 degrees Thursday
morning. The snow was not melting.
Dave missed his flight back to Palm Springs Wednesday. He did
not really miss the flight; the flight was cancelled. Portland International
Airport was shut-down as well. He missed his flight back to Palm Springs
Thursday. I think he was getting cabin fever. I think our house sitter was
getting cabin fever. Together, they shoveled one side of our circular drive... quite a feat as we,
naturally, do not possess a snow shovel.
There were chains for the rental car. He chained up and made it
to the airport in ONLY THREE HOURS (usually a 50 minute drive). The rental car
was returned. DT went to the accommodation desk in the airport concourse and
rented the last airport-area hotel room available.
The honeymoon suite.
The suite had a Jacuzzi tub in the middle of the room. (Not in the bathroom - in
the middle of the bedroom!) Just the thing for an already-injured back that had
just shoveled a very long driveway.
There is one daily PDX-PSP flight. DT has a reservation and a boarding pass. The
flight is on schedule.
Until my next update, I remain, your lonely correspondent.
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