Here in the Pacific Northwest, we understand that not every winter brings with it huge snowstorms and freezing temperatures.
But we generally expect January to at least feel like winter, not April.
According to U.S. Climate Data, the average high is 45 degrees and the average low is 36 degrees. Just a week ago we were enjoying temperatures in the 60s!
And the lack of cold temperatures is noticeable – just look at the mountains. The amount of snow appears significantly less than normal, and even less than was there in December. Cliff Mass recently posted a blog illustrating the difference between now and just a month ago.
I’m not a cold-weather lover, but I admit, I miss it this year. It just doesn’t feel like winter! I enjoy having one good snowstorm each winter. I enjoy the bitter cold days that make you want to curl up inside next to a fire. For my snowboarding and skiing friends, I know they’re missing the deep powder days on the mountain. This year, I’ve been able to go one several walks without a coat, take my son to the playground without bundling him up… heck, my son and husband were even able to wash both cars!
It’s nice to be able to get outside and not be covered in our usual January gloom, but I’m also missing that gloom — it’s what makes me appreciate our springs and exceptional summers.
The groundhog saw his shadow this morning, so supposedly we’re going to have at least six more weeks of winter. Maybe a more traditional winter is in our forecast for February.
What are you favorite cold-weather activities? Are you disappointed or pleased with our winter weather so far this year?
Hi, I’m Kira. I joined Verity in early 2012 after a seven-year stint as a newspaper reporter. While I never thought my career path would veer off in this direction, I am loving my time at Verity. I recently moved from being a member services representative at the Alderwood Branch to being the marketing coordinator for the credit union.
I’m originally from Texas, but I have lived all over the country and the world, including Boston, Massachusetts, Anchorage, Alaska and Sydney, Australia. But in all my travels, the Pacific Northwest is the only place that has felt like home.
When not at work, I am usually home with playing with my son, husband, dog and three cats. During the rare times I don’t have a to-do list to plow through (and it’s not raining too hard), I can be found digging in the vegetable garden, training for a half-marathon, or grilling in the backyard.