Somebody mentioned to me once that in order to fully appreciate the West Coast you had to endure at least a few real winters here. Something about only getting a narrow view of the potential during the summer months. You haven’t met this place until it shakes you out of bed in the depths of winter man.
By real winter I’m sure they weren’t talking about the one we enjoyed in 2014/15 when we all had base tans by late January.
No, I’m sure they meant having to endure a winter like we’re in the midst of right now. Complete with it’s parade of freak storms, mud slides, blizzards and, in case you were getting complacent, a tsunami warning thrown in every now and then for good measure. If you’ve been fooled by the benevolent facade of more benign months not too worry, the West Coast has puffed up her chest and seems intent on showing us all what she’s really made of this year.