Mmm. I roll over, it's a good day, sun out. Oh crap, I missed my alarm. Fumbling for clock, I realize it's only 6:58am. Two minutes before my alarm is set for. Awesome, I hate waking to an alarm. Siri, Cancel my 7:00am alarm. Long hot shower, put on cold weather gear, walk dog. Ural fires up, and I hit the road. It's a bit cool, but the sun is out, music is blaring though my helmet and I'm heading east on I-90 at a blistering 65mph. Nearing Issaquah and the sun is hiding behind the clouds. I reach down and turn up my Gerbing heated gear, and I'm reminded of a cozy camp fire. I'm now climbing up towards the pass, going by Northbend. What the hell, is that... snow... Why yes indeed it is, snow falling, not a lot, but snow for sure. Still climbing, road sign warns to slow to 50 as there is slush on the road. Whoa, pick-up truck spun out and state troopers are blocking the lane of traffic. But I'm on a Ural, so I cruise right on by at 65mph, slush or no slush. Summit exit, right turn, left turn and I'm at the designated meeting place, the gas station. No rigs to be found. I'm the first or maybe the only. I pull up to the pumps, fill the tank and the spare fuel can. Head inside to pay, and two rigs pull in the pumps, Barry and Dave, I'm not alone. We head over to the Pancake house for breakfast to and see who else shows. By 10:30 we all muster in the parking lot. Eight rigs (five Urals, a BMW, a Yamaha, and WeeStrom) and two monkeys.