Colorado is in some sort of crazy weather pattern. As nasty, cold and snowy as it has been back east, we have been ridiculously warm and dry. We enjoyed the sunshine tremendously as we sat in the bleachers watching the Alpine World Championships. Vitamin D, anyone?
Truly fab and preferable to shivering, toes frozen, next to a race hill during a blizzard. Been there, lived that.
Now that the ski racing world has left our valley, we look around and notice that the snow is melting away and leaving us with brown dirt everywhere, rather than the pristine white we love so much during the winter months. The bit of snow we got over the last couple of days was just a tease. The sun is back, melting it all away. We look at Boston and think, we’ve got use for all that snow, send it this way!
An up-side to all this warm sunshine and dirt: maybe we’ll get to stay here this summer. Typically, I start to get a little cabin fever (or is it valley fever?) as we slog our way through March. By that point, I’m over winter, the tourists, the dirty car, the muddy boots and wet floors. My better judgment goes out the window and I start to plan a whole bunch of trips for the summer. I map out travels to the beach, the lake, anywhere that feels better than the end of winter here. By June, I always regret that I scheduled all those trips away from here.
Summer in Vail is pretty spectacular: warm days, chilly nights, biking, hiking, fishing, golfing, concerts, evenings on the deck. Let’s hope that this streak of warm, sunny days is enough to hold my March madness at bay.