Something That Shouldn’t Be Taken for Granted

It was, more or less, raining ice, and my wife and I were driving to the store to get food for the next three days that were forecasted to be an ice apocalypse. We live in rural Oregon, just over an hour from the coast, and frankly, we don’t get weather like this often.

And as I slowly drove our decade olde Hyundai across town, Mel and I started talking about when we lived in Minnesota, and saw this sort of weather often. Then we talked about driving in snow in Utah, where we met. And that one crazy two week snow storm we had when we first moved to Oregon. We laughed, and talked about this snow storm or that the whole way to the store, recounting the stories like we were once pioneers trekking across the US before the railroad.