Susan Strom
EF5
Today’s forecast for the Phoenix metro area: Severe Clear
I know what you’re thinking. Sunny, 65 degrees, boo hoo, right? If you’re sitting in Minot, that sounds pretty darn good about now. So, North Dakotans are entitled not to send me any sympathy. But tomorrow’s Phoenix forecast: Clear, sunny. The day after that: Sunny, clear. Nov-Jan: Variations of Clear and Sunny, and not a lightning bolt to be had :/ Chamber of commerce weather abounds…but every day?
Back in Northern California where I’m from, the “storm door” is open, as the locals put it, allowing the Pacific winter gales to blow through every couple days. They shake the house. They topple trees. They foam up the sea and pound the beaches with fury, howling like something from a Bronte novel. I think I have storm envy.
However, it is not all stormy bliss in Northern California. The biggest weather gripe of all: Fog city. Fog fog fog in the winter. Driving can be treacherous. Day after day under a blanket of gray winter skies, people get cranky. High for the day: 42 wet degrees. Low: 35. Fog refugees take up Sierra skiing just to break the gray monotony of winter. Even my childhood dog came from the fog. She literally ran out of a fog bank on the beach. After we learned she was a stray, Sam the white Fog Dog came home with us.
There are some ways to cope with fog. Nothing beats the little clam chowders in a bread-bowl, sold on the street corner at the wharf in San Fran or the mochas from The Bread Store in downtown Sacramento. Fog looks dramatic in the vineyards too. The fog, bare black oaks and the burnt amber leaves after The Crush, that is my mental image of a Northern California winter. Still, after a while, most are longing for a glimpse of blue sky.
Meanwhile, here in Phoenix, I’m sleeveless again. Christmas is a state of mind, not of the weather.
So it makes me curious. What is the weather gripe in your town? Hurricanes, June Gloom, ice storms, dog days of summer, the Mistral…what drives you mad? What is it like and how to the locals cope?
I know what you’re thinking. Sunny, 65 degrees, boo hoo, right? If you’re sitting in Minot, that sounds pretty darn good about now. So, North Dakotans are entitled not to send me any sympathy. But tomorrow’s Phoenix forecast: Clear, sunny. The day after that: Sunny, clear. Nov-Jan: Variations of Clear and Sunny, and not a lightning bolt to be had :/ Chamber of commerce weather abounds…but every day?
Back in Northern California where I’m from, the “storm door” is open, as the locals put it, allowing the Pacific winter gales to blow through every couple days. They shake the house. They topple trees. They foam up the sea and pound the beaches with fury, howling like something from a Bronte novel. I think I have storm envy.
However, it is not all stormy bliss in Northern California. The biggest weather gripe of all: Fog city. Fog fog fog in the winter. Driving can be treacherous. Day after day under a blanket of gray winter skies, people get cranky. High for the day: 42 wet degrees. Low: 35. Fog refugees take up Sierra skiing just to break the gray monotony of winter. Even my childhood dog came from the fog. She literally ran out of a fog bank on the beach. After we learned she was a stray, Sam the white Fog Dog came home with us.
There are some ways to cope with fog. Nothing beats the little clam chowders in a bread-bowl, sold on the street corner at the wharf in San Fran or the mochas from The Bread Store in downtown Sacramento. Fog looks dramatic in the vineyards too. The fog, bare black oaks and the burnt amber leaves after The Crush, that is my mental image of a Northern California winter. Still, after a while, most are longing for a glimpse of blue sky.
Meanwhile, here in Phoenix, I’m sleeveless again. Christmas is a state of mind, not of the weather.
So it makes me curious. What is the weather gripe in your town? Hurricanes, June Gloom, ice storms, dog days of summer, the Mistral…what drives you mad? What is it like and how to the locals cope?
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