Ok, so now what?

My blogs seem to be titled according to where I live. Every time I move I need to find a new name. "Somewhere in Indiana" worked fine in Indiana. "Stories from the Mist" seemed to work here, though I never got any great stories like I hoped, because I was either killing my soul working at Walmart or watching my husband suffer from endless allergies. Now I have itchy eyes and I'm coughing. The cabin filter in the car is moldy and it makes me cough, so we need to change it. Stuff keeps growing on the car. It's hard to live in the Mist. Half the population here is on multiple medications just to make it through the day.

Hubby and I had a great time walking the trails. For all his suffering, he did immensely enjoy our walks, as I did with him. I have a bazillion pictures, some of them are pretty awesome. We are both ready to move. I'm not crying anymore. I broke up with the Smith River. I have pictures, rocks and a video. One day I will come back to visit my daughter, in summer, maybe August or September, and we will visit that spot again. I can't go now, the winter rains have turned the river into a killing machine.

I never really got used to the winding mountain roads. They were ok in summer, but in winter they just want to kill you. We passed 4 landslides on the way home from Eureka yesterday. They were cleared, but marked by Caltrans. Last Chance Grade has so many layers of new pavement it's like driving a roller coaster.

If you visit, come in July, August or September. Summer is glorious here. It's dry, so the roads don't fall apart. Summer is sunny and mild, you won't get sick here in summer. Leave before the rains start in mid-October.

So...what is next? Stories from the Mist doesn't seem to fit Wisconsin.

Some of the stuff on the car. As hard as it rains, you would think it would be squeaky clean.

Ok, so now, should I come up with a new name for my blog?

Rain, rain, rain, rain, more rain, rain.......

We've had 20 inches of rain with more on Monday and Tuesday. PNW...here's your sign:

We're in the orange.

 Mist rising from wet wood in the warm sunshine.

A frosty morning.

 One of these trees fell over. Winds have been gusty and the ground is saturated. Sometimes trees can't hang on.

Here is the stump and logs. There are more logs across the street. It was a tall tree.

The shadows are long this time of year, and they are getting longer. I watch them and dream of summer. We missed so much of it last year with my crazy work schedule. When my hubby has the early shift he comes home around 2 pm so we have time to enjoy the afternoon. 

Rain, Wind, Rain and More Rain

Tonight I am thankful for candles. Hubby bought six of them, the tall skinny ones in glass jars, that can burn all night and not drip on anything. I have one in the bathroom upstairs and two downstairs. I will keep the upstairs one lit all night. The power didn't actually go out, it just browned out several times. I am saving my work often.

Apparently we are back on track regarding rain amounts. I'm surprised we are actually an inch behind normal. We've had 14 inches since October. And now it's too late to write. I'm getting up at 4 AM and it's already 11:33 PM, so I'm cutting it short right now.