Don’t get wisterical. It’s just a little snow.
We were on something of a weather carousel here this morning, a slowly revolving lazy Susan serving up blue sky, clouds, rain, sleet, and snow. Don’t like what’s set before you? Patience. Another option will be coming around directly.
Eventually, ol’ Suze coasted to a stop … on snow.
Oh, well. It was bound to happen eventually. It’s October, f’chrissakes. Cyclocross season in an ordinary year, which this is not, with the Giro just wrapped and the Vuelta ongoing.
I got my cyclocross in yesterday before the weather went all to shitaree, rolling south on the foothills trails past Copper and back again.
No running, thanks all the same. Not even a hike-a-bike. The weather was cool, but the ground was dry, alarmingly so, and there wasn’t anything I couldn’t ride on my trusty Steelman Eurocross.
Alas, as Thomas McGuane has written, “sometimes a man needs to be afoot to keep from going broke, get down and go to his tasks, instead of posing on the horse. …”
So today, no horsing around. I pulled on some long pants, grabbed the push broom, and herded some snow off my driveway. Yippee-ki-yay, etc.
Tags: First snow, Thomas McGuane
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October 26, 2020 at 7:37 pm |
Water from the sky? We’ll take it, frozen or liquid! Rained here, not sure how much.
October 26, 2020 at 7:47 pm |
Yeah, as powdery as the trails have been, a little agua, even if it’s fria, is more than welcome.
October 26, 2020 at 9:15 pm |
Anything having the chemical formula H2O coming down from the sky is good. I got a vigorous mountainbike ride in yesterday on the Tierra Trails and spent the rest of yesterday getting the home front ready for a winter blast.
Spent today huddled down, running some errands, setting up the Long Haul Trucker for winter duty, blowing up my old Nightrider Trinewt by plugging it into the wrong battery, setting up the winter birdbath and trying to keep the five pepper plants alive. And then doing nothing.
Not sure it is even worth calling NightRider. Today’s LED lights give you twice the power for half the cost. I hate throwing stuff away, but today’s stuff is so much better. Sigh.
October 26, 2020 at 10:31 pm |
So much snow here, they canceled virtual school!
October 26, 2020 at 10:37 pm |
But more importantly, the 80% humidity is keeping the pines from exploding.
October 27, 2020 at 6:29 am |
He shoots, he scores!
October 27, 2020 at 6:21 am |
Snow and frigid (5F) temps here in CO helped the firefighters battling 2 record wildfires and also provided some long-needed moisture.
Got my first indoor trainer session of the season in on a 2003 Lemond STEEL Buenos Aires mounted to a CycleOps! After doing some snow-shoveling for a whole-body workout. 🙂 May have packed on another 1/10th gram of gristle!! 🙂
Also cooked up some steel-cut oatmeal just to get in the spirit of the season. Yummy!!
October 27, 2020 at 6:36 am |
The Irish oatmeal is an almost-daily occurrence around here, JD. The trainer rides, not so much. But I may have to do one of them there today. I just took three quick measurements and it looks like we got about seven wet inches of the white stuff overnight.
Here’s hoping snow proves an excellent fire-fighting tool. For us it’s just a drop in the drought-bucket, but all y’all must be tired of the vicinity being ablaze 24/7.
October 27, 2020 at 7:03 am |
The steel cut oats are simmering as we type!
October 27, 2020 at 7:33 am |
Kids freaked out last night. There was this big white orb glowing in the sky. Bat signal? Stray weather balloon? Nope, just the moon. But we haven’t seen her in three months, so we had thought she had left her orbit in search of a more hospitable gravitational anchor.
Just stared at that sucker for 30 minutes.
All it takes is doing without to really appreciate something. Kinda like democracy, adult leadership, and a good mutton, lettuce, and tomato sandwich.
What’s the old vaudeville number? Camp Grenada:
Camp is very
Entertaining
And they say we’ll go outside if it stops raining (ash and embers)
October 27, 2020 at 8:31 am |
That’s an Allen Sherman number, which rose to the No. 2 spot on the Billboard Hot 100 for three weeks in 1963. I remember it well, because that’s about the same time my folks decided prison — er, summer camp — was just the place for Your Humble Narrator.
October 27, 2020 at 7:44 am |
No one is truly safe. Probably won’t get chomped by a Sabretooth on my way to my hunting and/or gathering, but there a billion other ways to off oneself each and every day.
But it’s scary to wake up and realize you’ve been hanging by a fraying metaphorical thread over a raging literal fire and just never noticed it.
https://www.nationalgeographic.com/environment/2020/10/boulder-isnt-ready-to-evacuate-for-wildfires/
October 27, 2020 at 8:10 am |
Especially crazy when you think how many climate science, forest management, and outdoorsy researchers Boulder and Fort Collins have. We probably have more people studying this per capita than anywhere else, and we’re still not paying attention.
Biden says, I’ll listen to the scientists.
But here, it’s more like, I’ll listen to my neighbors, cuz they’re probably scientists.