Heavy snow storms are expected, from the Southern Rockies to Arizona.
The Pacific North West is very cold and covered in fresh, fluffy snow. So long as we don’t have power outages, there’s food in the refrigerator, and the snow is soft and can be jogged on, I’m happy.
So far so good. After the devastating snow storm of 2006, in which we had no power for 4 days, the officials have done a good job preparing for all eventualities. Kudos.
Twice we have gone running in 12 centimeters of snow, in temperatures of 9 degrees Celsius below zero. For 4 miles. It’s outstanding. Now the snow is at least 45 centimeters deep.
The forecast is for “additional snow in Seattle and Portland Christmas Eve day. This could be the first White Christmas in Portland on record.”
Ignored have been the reports about the expected decrease in sunspot activity, indicating global cooling. But of course, the theory of global warming is immune to refutation.
“Thus evidence that contradicts the global warming theory, climate Chicken Littles enlist as evidence for the correctness of their theory; every permutation in weather patterns—warm or cold—is said to be a consequence of that warming or proof of it.”
As Karl Popper reminded us, “A theory which is not refutable by any conceivable event is,” of course, “non-scientific.”
Update (Dec. 24): Have you tried running in knee-deep snow? It’s lovely. And quite a workout. I call myself Heidi of the Pacific Northwest. I really enjoy the weather here. Nobody else was out, and one sympathetic motorist, thinking we were in distress, stopped to ask us whether we wanted a ride up the mountain. Nope, we were running and walking. It’s impossible to run uphill continuously in such deep snow, so it was stop-and-start. I’ll try and provide a snapshot of the bundle in motion: me. With his eagle eyes, Sean spotted a red-tailed hawk. A real treat.
I fail to get the fetish with heat—my home is never warmer than 69 degrees Fahrenheit. Maybe 70. The brain works optimally at 65 degrees. I cook and sleep with the window open. I cannot breathe in most homes I enter. Incidentally, for health fetishists, it might be worth noting that the air in American homes is filthier that the air outside. Fresh air is part of the health equation. Since I’m not anaerobic yet, I need fresh air to feel well.