(more) Snow

All day saturday, into the night, and still falling on sunday. There is a solid six inches on the ground here and I'm sure much more as the elevation climbs. Its no surprise, this happens every spring. But that doesn't stop everyone I know from being incredulous. I page through copies of Surfer Magazine staring at beautiful photos of trunk clad surfers in bathtub warm water as flakes of snow tumble out of the sky. People around town either scowl in agony at the latest burst of winter, or laugh at how gnarly and relentless the weather is.

While dreams of tropical waves are on my mind frequently, I have found a little solice in being able to drive 30 miles south to Gunnison where there seems to be a bubble of atmosphere that pushes the storms away and keeps things much more springlike. Yesterday Katie and I were able to leave a snow squall at our home in Riverbend and have a really nice mountain bike ride at Hartman Rocks under mostly sunny skies. Just a little reprieve is great for attitude adjustments.