We went to the beach in Oregon today. It felt like a spectacular, sunny, Spring day. You’d think “Summer,” right? But the wind coming off the Pacific Ocean was pretty chilly. Sweatshirts were comfortable. And none of us wanted to go for a swim. So I’m going to call that Spring.
Twenty-four hours earlier, we were up on Mount Rainier in the middle of Washington. And I swear: it felt like Winter! There were about eight inches of fresh snow on top of another several feet of snowpack. We pelted each other with snowballs. Cor attempted some sledding, turtle-style, with his windbreaker on his back. It was pretty cool — if you catch my drift.
The day before Winter on Mount Rainier, we crossed through three different states — Montana, Idaho, and Washington — but all across that region, there was a chill in the air. We passed brightly-colored bushes of yellow and red, along the side of the road. A lot of the mountains were straw-colored. I remember the air on my early-morning run through Missoula, Montana, was refreshingly crisp. So it really doesn’t feel like too much of a stretch to say that we got to experience Fall on Sunday.
And then the day before that, as we traveled from North Dakota through Montana, the temperatures were in the mid-80s! We stopped in Chico, Montana, for a couple hours of swimming. We ate barbecue out on a patio. It was totally Summer for that stretch!
So it feels like we’ve gotten to experience four seasons in four days! I love the variety of landscapes and climates we’ve gotten to experience here in the Pacific Northwest. The experience is too rich to fully capture in words. But if you’re interested, you should check out our online photo album.