You become well acquainted with the weather forecast “wintery mix” growing up in Hershey, Penn. But now I live in Colorado, where precipitation falls in variations of power: dry, champagne, light, dust, wet…sometimes it “=pukes, which means wet heavy snow, but not often. (Aside: skiing in Whistler this season the resort weather report actually read “chunky puke, go apres as soon as possible).
that's definitely NOT powder...
Yet, despite the usual luscious snow here, the last two storms are more reminiscent of central PA (or coastal B.C.). On Tuesday, it dumped more than half a foot of wet cement overnight. Wednesday morning, the only two boughs of the (already sad) tree in our yard had been broken and peeled entirely off the trunk, like a naked banana. Other trees were bent in half, huge clumps of snow slabbed off power lines and branches overhead, the snow eclipsed all but a dot of light on traffic lights (the ones that hadn’t blacked out) and I had to walk on sidewalks through what seemed like coconut 7-11 slurpee.
Today, I went for a run with my neighbor and my roommate’s puppy. It was drizzling when we started, and rain/sleet/snowing when we finished 30 minutes later. Looking out the window, I can’t classify the current particles: slower and thicker than rain but not fluffy enough to be snow. That’s springtime in the mountains in Colorado.
And while they may not label it a “wintery mix,” it definitely looks familiar…
