Snow.

It’s March, for crying out loud.

As a point of explanation, I’ve lived in Colorado for almost 15 years. Add another 3 years in Albuquerque, NM, and I’m pushing 20 years in the mountain west. I’m well aware of the April (and May) snowstorms, and the August cold snaps.

I’ve gotten over my hatred of cold.  Growing up in Louisville, KY, in a time before Polar Fleece, I abhorred the cold.  In ’77 we had 2 feet of snow that shut down our southern town for 3 days – we didn’t have a single snow plow.  Now I’ve actually come to enjoy winter, especially after a hot summer. I’ve been skiing twice this year.  Actually, skiing once and snowboarding once.  I’m still in pain from the snowboarding incident…

I guess I’m more ready for spring than Mother Nature.  The trails had just started to thaw out, and I wasn’t so worried about leaving evidence of my passing in the form of knobby ruts. 

This puts me behind a bit.

I’m ‘training’ for a ride on the Kokopelli Trail in early May.  This time last year, I had 350 miles in my legs from January 1^st.  This year, I’m barely scrapping 225.  Yikes…

It’s all put in perspective, though.  Working on the Air Force Academy, we get ‘updates’ from our Command Post.  Today they sent an email which, in part, said: “EXPECT HEAVIEST ACCUMULATION BETWEEN 1900L AND 2359L”. 

I guess I can go riding at midnight…