The weather forecasters predicted it, so it had to happen (just like everything on the internet is true).  You could expect snow in metro Portland.

As a result of the prediction, Portland television stations were prepared to show off.  There was going to be weather, by golly, and it wasn’t going to be rain, mist, or drizzle.  We were going to have weather and that weather was going to be snow.  Little white flakes would fall from the sky and not just on the nearby mountains.  Snow was going to fall on the Willamette River valley floor.

The next morning, local reporters pointed out that cars were zipping along just fine, but there was no weather.  Commuters expected weather because early morning traffic was busier than usual, but  alas – no snow.  It was cold, yes!  Cold, indeed!  One enterprising television journalist hosed down a white jacket and before long – it froze solid.  She showed us.  But…

…there was no snow.

It was like a morning when all national networks sent reporters to stand on beaches and a predicted hurricane didn’t show.

In those instances, you have to sort of feel sorry for reporters.  Because of the error, broadcasters scurried to bars and asked, “Should weather forecasters predict bad weather even when they’re wrong?”  Almost unanimously, the answer was, “Yes.”  Pretty much, I agree.

Then, it snowed.  I took a walk and on that walk, I took a picture.  Click on it above, and you’ll see.

Snow.  At first the snow fell thick and fast, then medium, then slow.

It didn’t stick, though.