Hey Portland, it's called winter.

Well, the Arctic Blast is over.  I think.  Last weekend, it was a little bit of snow that turned the streets to ice.  Then, it was temps below freezing for a week until this past weekend when things really got going.  Snow, snow, freezing rain, snow and some more snow.  We probably had six inches of snow, layered with an inch of ice, topped with another six inches of snow.  In a word, awesome.

By Tuesday, I had worked six ridiculous days in a row (crazed Portlanders who had been snowbound in their homes for days finally made it out for their holiday shopping) and it was time for some winter fun.  B and I went for a walk on Monday night to scope out the neighborhood for some good ski slopes and on Tuesday morning, hit the Murrayhill ski resort for our first runs of the season.