BoomerGirl Diary

I recently got back from a vacation with my two sisters and my niece and nephew. We took a trip to Colorado to revisit our past. When we were kids, our dad took his two weeks of vacation and we drove from Illinois to camp at Rocky Mountain National Park.

I was excited to go. I believed that we might actually see the big round yellow ball called the "sun" while we were there.

Let me explain: I live in Seattle. So far this year, we have had pretty much a constant and impenetrable cloud cover. Only airplanes and brave birds can pierce it. This cloud cover weighs heavily over me and over other sun-starved Northwesterners. I'm currently wearing it like a fifty-pound hat.

One day, the clouds cleared and it was ninety. One day. Just one.

So a trip to Colorado seemed like just the thing to boost my spirits. It was that or spend ten to fifteen hours in front of a 10,000 lux light.

Day 1 at the edge of the Rockies was cold. Only in the high thirties. Day 2 brought sun, but only sporadically. Day 3 brought ... snow.

At first it was humorous. Snow in May! Who'd a thunk it? Then it snowed harder, and sideways. This pretty much summed up our trip.

The inclement weather reminded me that when The Sainted One and I took our first-ever trip to Palm Springs, California, history was made as they registered the most rain that they'd ever had in recorded history. And when I met my high school girlfriends in Galena, Illinois, the Heat Index was 113.

I'm meeting those same girlfriends for a trip to the Grand Canyon in about two weeks. I expect that the canyon will either flood or collapse in a massive earthquake, and that we'll experience peculiar and unseasonable rain/snow/heat/wind ... take your pick.

And pray for us.