No Scud running here

Scud, or Scattered Cumulus Under Deck, has been a regular late afternoon or evening occurrance for days now.

It's been a bane to young, bold aviators for years, thinking to skirt it was a good idea.



In some respects, kind of gloomy. But it always reminds me of the Robert Altman classic, McCabe and Mrs. Miller, which is in my top five list of Best Westerns (admittedly because of the Julie Christie performance). 



Scud to the west on Sehome Hill.