The night we left for our flight, there was a windstorm sweeping through Tacoma. We were a little worried we would get delayed because of it, but we left on time. A couple of days later, my mom got a text message saying there had been a level three earthquake in Washington. Then, just before we were leaving to come back to Tacoma, a foot of snow fell over the city. People were pretty much freaking out because of the snow. My dad is from Wisconsin, and we lived in Ohio for twelve years, so a foot of snow is not a big deal to us. There was about three feet on the ground when we left Ohio, and we dug ourselves out of the driveway. Apparently, Tacoma doesn't have enough snow plows or salt to lay on the roads, and people don't learn how to drive in snow, so a foot is a big deal. After all of this we were starting to get a bit concerned that Mount Rainier would blow...
