Each morning, I head to the west-facing window in my home to see what the weather holds. Today appears to be a great day. As I look over the Roaring Fork River, I see that all the incredible snow pack we piled up in the last six weeks of winter – most of it right after the ski resorts closed – is rushing down the river. We’ve had a near-record runoff, flood alerts and warnings for all but the most experienced commercial rafters to stay off the rivers.
Oh, the wonders of Western Colorado weather! How often has Mother Nature thrown us a curve ball? Depending on the season, I have often thought, “Why didn’t I throw that jacket in the car!” or “This winter coat and gloves seemed right for the morning’s snow, but not this heat wave.”
Three weeks ago, we were hoping to get rid of 29 straight days of chilly rain. Today I am working in 90-plus degree heat for about the tenth day in a row. What a difference three weeks makes in Colorado.
At least once a year, my wife Linda and I talk about moving to someplace different. We have lived here for 29 years; our kids have grown and scattered, and we have grandkids on both coasts.
Linda and I look at all the factors: climate, humidity, affordability, population growth, things to do. Each time we do this stupid exercise, we hope that somehow the 100-degree Arizona temperatures have settled to highs around 80. Or the South’s 95 percent humidity has dropped to a comfortable 30 to 40 percent. We always come to the same conclusion.
There is no place in this country that gives you such a good taste of four seasons.
If you’re lucky, you won’t see all four in one day. (But that is always a possible scenario here.)
The best advice I can give to newcomers is to always carry two “shoulder-seasons” worth of clothing in the car, and to look out the windows from both the east and west sides of your home. Then go on with your day.
Are my winter gloves still in the trunk of my car? It is only mid-summer…