Yes, it's true. We live in Colorado with mountains and lots of snow. However, we live at 6,600 feet, and we're considered the region's "banana belt." When the ski resorts get a foot of snow, we might only get 3 inches. Or maybe nothing at all.
Yesterday a friend told me we were due to get 6 - 10" of snow last night and today. I poo-poo'd his claim.
Maybe in Vail. We'd never get that at our elevation, especially at this time of year.
6:00am this morning:
I wish I had a picture of my face when I peeked out the blinds this morning. First, it wasn't even snowing when I went to bed last night. But when I woke up, I could tell there was that kind of hushed sound that comes with snow--you know, when it sounds like the world is muffled. So I peered out between the slats of the blinds. Let them close. Blinked my eyes a few times. Opened the slats again. And could not believe it.
Because even though we live in Colorado, this is extremely uncommon at our elevation. Extremely.
So uncommon that last week I washed and put away heavy gloves, ski pants, snow boots, etc.
Me: "Are you awake?"
Eamonn: "I am now."
Me: "Good, because I need you to get the big box of winter clothes back down out of Finn's closet. We got six inches of snow last night."
Then I went downstairs to exercise, and snapped the above photo (which something happened and it's all weird looking--sorry.)
Out of curiosity, I stepped outside to measure how much snow we had.
A little more than I realized. 9" at 6:00a.m.
An hour later. . .
Guess I won't be grilling for dinner.
The boys were unamused. They had hoped for a giant snow like this while the resorts were still open because I'd told them we'd let them stay home to ski, but we never had a big storm on a weekday when no one was sick. Anyway, the snowplow did finally hit the streets, but the sidewalks hadn't been cleared yet. We had to break trail. Wish I'd worn my snowshoes.
I hope no one planned to ride their bike today.
12:24pm. Still snowing. All afterschool activities have been cancelled. Very, very rare.
Please send a St. Bernard. And make sure he's carrying chocolate in that little barrel thingy.