LIFE + LOCAL,  Will Run for Pasta

Weather Man Said What?

As you may know, the Pacific Northwest is known for it’s amazing weather lots of rain, so when this happens we’re not quite sure how to handle it.


For some of you, those temps are nothing.  You laugh at those “high” temps.  You get out your parka and build a bonfire when it gets that cold.  For those of us used to gray, cloudy skies, it’s a shock to the system.

Considering the fact that I was born in Arizona and spent the first eight years of my life living in a pool you would think I’d have a built-in heat shield. Apparently that’s one of those “use it or lose it” accessories and my years in the Pacific Northwest have turned me into a pansy.

I remember visiting family in Arizona for Christmas a few years after living in Washington, I think it was sunny and 65. We were in shorts and t-shirts thawing out while everyone else was bundled up and freezing!

A nice breezy 75 is about all I can handle these days, and if it’s that hot it had better cool off to 55 by evening so I can sleep. Not having a/c in our apartment doesn’t help either, so when we saw the above forecast for the weekend we decided to escape to the Coast.

The first place I called didn’t have a pet weight limit and they had an opening for Friday night so off we went.  Checked in around 9:30pm and took Koko for a quick walk on the beach before going to bed.  Up early for breakfast:


And then off for a long beach walk.  I think she liked it.



Not sure what she’s digging for but she loves it!

Took a video too but she suddenly turned boring, the last four seconds are the best.


We were done with our beach walk by 10am and the hotel checkout was at 11am.

Hmmm…  we didn’t really think this through.

We only wanted to stay one night, but now we were left with the rest of the day and nothing else to do but the beach and we were hot and sandy from that already.  There are other things to do but not with Koko and it was way too hot to leave her in the car.

So, we headed back to town.  And the heat.  We’ll do it differently next time, LOL!

Oh!  And when we were packing up the car to leave, Koko hopped in the back and I reached back in to move a toy of hers and Mr. Won’t Run brought the door down on my head.  Hello goose egg!  It was a total accident, he wasn’t trying to off me.

Or so he says.

Hi, I'm Sarah, a 30-something wife, doggy-mama, beginner runner (still), wannabe cook, and 9-5 cubicle farm worker, just trying to enjoy life in beautiful Portland, OR!


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