More Crazy Weather

I really don’t know what to make of this weather, though I guess it’s en par for the course in Vermont. We went skiing late last week, and the weather was amazingly warm. Too warm, dare I say. I think it was verging on the 50s. We were down to two t-shirts when we skied, and even then, it was warm. The snow was soft, and it allowed us to go gangbusters down the hill. It was fun, though Quechee is a small hill that we’ve skied so many times that it is a bit familiar, though I wouldn’t go as far as to call it boring, as some people have. The nerve.

Anyway, the next day, it was even warmer, and we even got a little drizzle. All of our beautiful snow is going, going, gone. Oh well, Spring is in the air. Just to add to the fun, the day after that, the temps dropped back down to the low teens and the wind kicked up to hurricane force gales, knocking down everything that wasn’t tied down, including our skis on the side porch which ended up all over the place. It was a little scary, and I was expecting to see trees coming down. I’m surprised we didn’t lose electricity for a long time, which is a testament to CVPS.

Our driveway and the roads, not to mention the trails, looked like war zones, with branches and debris covering them. Rather unsightly, I might say, but nothing a little snow won’t cover up. The biggest challenge is that all the melted snow has now turned back to ice, making things slippery and dangerous, though I guess it depends on your POV, or should I say, age? The kids think it’s great, and love sliding around, while I look at it as a disaster just waiting to happen. Isn’t getting old the great tragedy of our existence?

Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to Fred Green for the pic.