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Distant friends sniggered at the name, “bomb cyclone,” as if we Seattleites were just being puerile drama queens. Toss in the “atmospheric river” label and folks were pretty sure we were making the whole thing up. We weren’t.

To be fair, both terms are relatively new. “Bomb cyclone” came into use in 2018, and the boffins at NOAA tell me it is “a fast-developing storm that occurs when atmospheric pressure drops at least 24 millibars over a 24-hour period.” Cool. (To us layfolk, it’s a windstorm.) The term “atmospheric river” is 0lder—from 1994, describing atmospheric water vapor that gets transported across the mid-latitudes—but here in Seattle it took quite a while for that term to replace our old name for the firehose of rain that comes to us from Hawai’i, i.e., the “Pineapple Express.”

In my four decades in the region, we’ve had both, and often. Windstorms come once or twice a year and are usually enjoyable (if you like watching nature do its thing in an obvious but not terribly threatening way). Now and again we’ll have a big blow, like the Inauguration Day Windstorm of 1993, which caused the death of six locals and left 600,000 homes without power, but they are (or, at least, were) rare. As for the Pineapple Express, it’s pretty much an annual thing, bringing weeks of rain, but during La Niña winters it doubles down and really gives us a wallop.

But both at the same time? Oy. I don’t care what you call them, when they both show up on our doorstep in the same week, we’re in for it.

And they both showed up on Tuesday.

Seattle is digging out from the first part of this storm’s one-two punch (the second part is due this evening). Around the Sound, trees came down—crushing vehicles and homes, killing two locals—and heavy limbs snapped off in the 60mph gusts, taking down electrical lines and leaving half a million without power for days; some are still in the dark.

We were without power for about three days—spared a third night in the dark when our power came back on late Thursdayand that is very unusual for our neighborhood. In our 25+ years here in this house, the longest power outage has been maybe fourteen hours, so spending fifty-plus hours without power, heat, and plentiful hot water was a definite outlier. Those who regularly experience long outages are better prepared than we were, with their generators and stocked-to-the-rafters pantries, but even so, we fared pretty well.

Heat was my major concern, as our supply of firewood was low at the start, and our fireplace is not very efficient. Still, it kept the front of the house at 60°F (15C) while the bedrooms were barely at 50°F (10C). It was smoky, to be sure, and by the end of the ordeal I felt like a brisket burnt end, but it was (obviously) survivable.

Second concern was food. Our fridge kept its cool, so we lost little by way of fresh food stores, but we did learn the extreme limitations of our little butane single-burner camp stove. It’s great if I want to char peppers outside, but it really goes through the fuel if you want to actually cook a meal (even if it’s tea and scrambled eggs). I had some emergency supply chests downstairs, but we didn’t have to break out the MREs (whew!).

Third on our list was power, to keep our phones charged (so we could stay in touch with neighbors and keep abreast of the power company’s restoration work) and to keep some decent light for the long November nights (it’s dark by 6PM). We have a collection of little power banks (including some solar-charged banks), but nothing like a generator or something that can run a refrigerator. We burned through them all by the last evening; we had options, like driving around in the car to charge our phones, but didn’t need to go that far.

I mention all of this because it brought into sharp focus just how dependent we are on our infrastructure and our technology. After three days, we were low on resources and scrambling for solutions. Some friends decamped and went to hotels. Some went to friends’ homes for some solace and warmth. But not everyone can (or is willing to) take advantage of such options. If we, who were relatively prepared (and frankly, for shorter outages, we’d have been just fine) were this uncomfortable and cold, I can only imagine how those with fewer resources at hand got through it (or are still going through it).

So my point (and I do have one) is this: if you haven’t already, give some thought to how you will manage a prolonged outage, be it of power, internet, water, etc. With the changing climate causing weather to become more extreme with each passing year, and with our infrastructure showing its cracks and our dependence on tech growing more integrated, such outages and their effects will become more frequent and more intense. We don’t have to look far to see situations where weather has damaged infrastructure so badly that it can take weeks (or months) for utilities to come back online. Just take Hurricane Helene is a case in point; parts of North Carolina still don’t have safe drinking water.

Make plans. Talk to your neighbors and friends. Compare notes. Learn what works and what doesn’t. Think about how you’d manage heating and food, primarily, but make sure your heating solution is safe (no hibachis in the house, please), and how you would prepare food for your family. Ensuring you have sufficient power supplies for tech should be next on the list, as hardly any of us still have landlines, and we get so much of our needed info from the internet that it’s really more important than ever.

Take care. Be safe.

k

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Winter.

A lot of complaining gets done in winter.

lot of complaining.

People around here are summer junkies. They spend months of the year pining for the sunlight, the warmth, the outdoors-y camaraderie of our twelve weeks of summer. They look back on July and August with a nostalgia bordering on delusion, as if it was a different era, a time out of legend when life was simpler and everyone smiled. Lost from their memory are the sleepless nights spent buffeted by the manufactured wind of oscillating fans, and of dodging from air-conditioned cars to air-conditioned offices in order to avoid the “unbearable” temperatures of 90+ degrees. They remember only the hikes, the cookouts, and those pleasant short-sleeved days when birds sang the sun from its bed, when the breeze brought a hint of salt from the Sound, and when wine-infused evenings lasted until tomorrow. (more…)

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Winter storms Maya and Nadia came and went, leaving Seattle bound in white.

They came in right on schedule, dumping nearly a foot of snow in the downtown area, and up to two feet of it out in the ‘burbs.

Here on my cul-de-sac, we had a foot of snow on the street, helpfully deposited in three episodes, so we could all add multiple snow-shoveling sessions to our weekend workouts. Kids sledded, snowfolk were built, and internecine battles raged from yard to yard, filling the air with squeals of carnage before parents called the belligerents in to dinner. On Saturday, we had an overnight low of 9°F (-13°C), but then the temps staged a return to something more reasonable. In my back garden, the spruce lost two more twenty-foot-long branches and dozens of little ones, and the cypress boughs were hanging so low I thought we’d lose several there, too, but they bounced back once the snow slipped off.

On Monday, the city came through with plows to clear the arterials, which is great, if you live on an arterial, but most of us don’t. One plow actually came up our cul-de-sac and our hearts soared, but it just turned around and left without making a damned bit of difference. So no plow. No sand trucks. No salt. Just a hey-how-ya-doin’ wave from the plow-driver as she abandoned us side-street residents to look after our own.

Today (Wednesday), I had to go into the office, so I bundled up and walked to the bus stop. The street was a combination of corn-snow, slush, and ice, and it was a real dilemma, deciding whether to trudge through the unsullied drifts like a Neanderthal, or do the crisscross pony-walk like a runway model down the ruts left by the tires of the few cars who’d braved our block. Going up the hills was relatively easy, jamming my toes into the snow to make steps as I walked the steep incline, but downhills were dodgy, and I learned that while walking like a penguin (keeping your center of gravity over your front foot) is a good way to avoid slipping, it’s tiring. I wouldn’t make a very good penguin.

But I made it to the bus stop with only a small bit of slippage and hand waving. The bus arrived, chains clacking against its wheel wells, and we rumbled on down the plowed arterial. On the way, every side street was either a slushy, rutted mess, or just plain snowbound. The college down the road brought out a backhoe to scrape the parking lot clear as best it could. On the main roads, all the cocky I-know-what-I’m-doing idiots had been weeded out (or quickly educated) and remaining drivers were being fairly responsible. For pedestrians, though, it is still an obstacle course, and will remain so for at least another couple of days.

The worst is past, though.

Onward.

k

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It’s quiet out there now. The literal calm before the storm.

Later today, Seattle is set to receive a buttload of snow, so I went out to provision our larder for an expected week of housebound activity (though I don’t think I got enough wine). The experience perfectly illustrated Seattle’s love/hate relationship with the white stuff. (more…)

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Storm’s A-Comin’

Pike Place MarketThe Pacific Northwest is in a tizzy today. Why? It’s gonna rain.

[I’ll just wait here until the laughter dies down… Okay… Finished? Good. Onward.]

Yes, it’s gonna rain, and it’s gonna rain good. We have a series of deep low-pressure cyclones heading our way, one of which is the remnants of Typhoon Songda, and the gradients are setting up to rival the historically massive Columbus Day storm of 1962: sustained winds (not gusts) of 50+ knots, 5–10 inches of rain in the mountains, flooding, power outages, The Works.

These storms are going to wallop us from today to Sunday; already the heavy rains have begun.

To prepare, yesterday we went out to get a few punkles of firewood. Our neighborhood is not prone to power outages, but this weekend may be the exception, so I thought it best to lay in a small amount of supplementary fuel. We drove up to WinCo, where they usually have a couple pallets of firewood out front.

Nothing but pumpkins. Ruh roh.

We went to Fred Meyer. Pumpkins. Central Market? Pumpkins. Safeway (yeah…right)…pumpkins.

The world has gone pumpkin crazy.

Hopefully the power won’t go out here or, if it does, not for long. We have a couple of punkles left over from vacation, plus a bin of scrap wood from old projects down in the garage. And there are some large branches in the back garden, trimmed and laid out as nurse logs, that I could chop up. We’ll be fine. Besides, these systems aren’t particularly cold, just wet and wild.

I hope to take a walk in the teeth of it, to enjoy the fury and strength first-hand.

See you on the far side.

k

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Simple LivingIt’s pissing down rain in Seattle. The lecherous wind tugs and young women’s skirts as they tick-tock their high-heeled way to work, and the few who bothered with umbrellas wish they’d left them at home. The sky is locked down in gunmetal grey and the sun is a dim memory, consumed by the overhead drear. It’s already been a long work-week for me, having put in three days’ worth before the end of Day Two, and I haven’t slept well for worrying about my family, still roiling from our matriarch’s recent death.

And yet, inside, I’m sunny. (more…)

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Think Seattle. Think rain? Think again.

For the past fortnight, Seattle has been wrapped, swathed, and swaddled with fog. It’s been like living in a cloud. Foghorns call across the Sound, echoed by ghostly ferries out on the cold waters. Hillsides disappear, the Space Needle is missing its top half, and the sun has been replaced by a vague drear that illuminates the mist but provides no aid to vision. Heading up to the park-and-ride this morning, visibility ended a block up the street. Streetlamps, stop lights, and brake lights defined the roadway with glowing balls of light.

Overnight, temps drop into the 20s and the fog freezes as it touches down, creating slick, invisible ice and limning everything with hoar. During the day, the mercury barely gets its head above freezing, and the frost persists near houses and fencelines, wherever the weak sunlight cannot reach.

Drive up to the mountains, though, and you’ll break through the inversion layer. At 1000 feet, the sunlight coalesces into an orange ball above. At 1500 feet, you break through into open air and a cloudless sky. Temperatures soar, and you remove your gloves, your scarf, your coat, and walk in shirtsleeves through the warm sunshine. Below you is a sea of fog, bright white stretching from mountain to mountain, from the Cascades to the Olympics.

Tomorrow, Seattle will be reprieved. Tomorrow, a storm comes.

Think of Seattle. Think rain. Tomorrow.

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