As predicted, the temperature dropped last night, down into the teens. But the hoped-for snow was just meh, as seen the this shot about half a mile south of my house:
It’s 19°F at my house right now, with just the thinnest layer of snow on the roofs and at the foot of the fences. All probably gone before I finish this. Such is the moisture we’ve been getting here so far this winter. We’re being told by some meteorologists that it’s our dryest winter ever, and others are content to say 2024 was the warmest year ever.
Too bad, really, because as best I could tell the AdAmAn group up on Pikes Peak to shoot their New Year’s Eve fireworks were looking down at a cloud-blanketed Colorado Springs while enduring -7°F degree weather to do it, while the folks in the Springs probably couldn’t see anything up on the peak.
Soooo … 2025 has arrived. Getting here required running the gauntlet of 2024, which, sadly, shows no likelihood of fading away.
This morning, this was the view from my front porch:
Not exactly a notable storm. But there’s still hope. March is our best snow month, historically.
Both the grandkids were out partying last night and my nervousness was justified. The roads were bad, my grandaughter came upon an accident, and in trying to avoid it, hit the median and rolled her car. She was checked out by a doctor and seems to be okay, though I imagine she’ll be pretty sore for a few days. My son is guessing the car (an older Jeep) was totaled. Grandson got home okay. He was driving my 2011 Forester. Both he and it remain unscathed. Just glad everyone’s okay.
Well, it’s up to 36° now, the sun is shining, and nobody’s in the hospital. Guess that’s a decent start to the year.
Good to hear she’s OK. Rolling a car whips you around pretty good.
Oddly enough, we’re expecting serious snow this coming weekend (estimates range from 4 to 9 inches). We’ve never needed a snow blower here but if this is not a one-off, I’ll be getting one. The most we’ve had here in the last five years was about two inches. Three where it drifted.
. . . compared to the 300+ our first year in Monument, Colorado. For the first four years there, we didn’t even bother with a snowblower (good exercise, shoveling snow), but we eventually broke down and got one.
Here’s our first major snow after we moved to Colorado.
https://dispersertracks.com/2016/01/27/we-get-snow-too-you-know/
Yes, despite a slight concussion, no more serious injuries, though I imagine she’ll be pretty sore for a couple of days. The emotional damage may be more long-lasting. She’s always been reluctant to drive, unsure of herself after jumping a curb when she was learning.
Yep, I’m bemoaning the lack of snow. What you got in Monument looks like what I expected when I moved here. Not even close. Kind of disappointing, actually. But I live up in Thornton and about 20 miles east of the closest mountains. Apparently that puts me in something of a dry spot. Also, as it happened, the house I bought is on a snow route, which means this street gets plowed when the snow gets bad enough. And a neighbor now usually clears my front sidewalk. (I’ve thought about buying her a little powered snow shovel if she’s going to keep doing my walk.) I almost relish the idea of some city official coming to my door to tell me I need to shovel, while this fat, old, graying woman apologizes profusely.
Glad that wasn’t any worse. So far we’ve had snow in the high country but only a trace here on the lower slopes where I live. Today it was up to 50 here and looks like it will be warm for another week.
Sounds like here. Plenty of snow in the mountains, virtually none in town. Except for a few bad spots in town last night.
and boom. it’s here
So it would seem. Yesterday it seemed like it was going to take forever!
Glad your grandaughter had minimal ill effects from accident. We hear of rain or snow in northern Calif. but see no rain in So Cal. way below the snow line.
Here’s wishing you a Happy New Year! Will be interesting in the days to come.
Thank you. So much patchy ice the last couple of nights. Wish we could melt it all and dump it on SoCal.
Happy New Year to you, too. If you need me, I’ll be the one tiptoeing into the year, trying to stay low and out of sight.