Apparently it’s something new here.
Kind of funny, since we can see the ski slopes from our front yard. And downtown.
Although, in all fairness, it’s the most they’ve received down here on the valley floor since 1980. In other words, a typical first winter in any new place for Goddess and I.
When we moved to Germany in 2009, that next winter was the worst they had had in 40 years. The following winter, the worst in 41 years.
Moves prior to that, similar stories.
If you want a good winter, let us know. We may consider moving there.
Schools were shut down last Friday in anticipation of the snowfall Friday afternoon. Good call, because it went south quickly after lunch.
It’s now four days later and the schools are still closed. We’ve had clear skies since Saturday, yet the schools are still closed.
Perhaps it’s because our little village has a snow-clearing crew consisting of a couple of pickup trucks with plow blades mounted up front.
Really, I’m OK with that.
It’s the locals that still don’t have a clue how to drive on the unplowed, barely sanded roads that I have a problem with.
It’s not hard.
Really, it’s not.
But is sure is pretty.