Ellensburg was shrouded in fog, just like at home.
Friday was our annual Christmas in January with our best friends.
Comfort food and a warm fire, with cats to cuddle... a perfect day.
On Saturday, we all dressed for a very cold Winterhop.
The beer was good, but we wished there had been snow.
After dinner, the girls bundled up and took the dogs for a run.
There were white fog hats on all the hills, and the pine
boughs and bare branches were encased in foggy ice.
It was magical.