Discover Walla Walla

Perhaps it's because I'm an Anglophile, or maybe it's the other way around, but I am certainly a true Pacific Northwesterner. I love fog.

While a lot of Walla Walla residents revel in the summer sun (albeit most often from their air conditioned homes, cars and offices), they often grumble about the winter weather. What, you don't like soggy pant cuffs and spotted glasses? You don't enjoy digging your car out of several inches of ice-encrusted snow at 7:30 a.m.?

Yeah, me neither. But the fog...I must admit it generally makes me smile.

I think it's the mystery of it all: How it turns the once-familiar world around me into a dreamy, fairy cloud-land; how it transforms the stark, leafless trees into regal statues, stretching high above me and disappearing into the mist; how the edges of the fields are softened and the hills surrounding them rise into the unknown.

Or maybe it's just the warm fuzzy feeling I get from looking out my window and daydreaming about a cozy fire, a good book and a hot mug of tea - or better yet, the days when that can be reality! After, all, that's what winter is all about.