View From a Height

I don't normally blog about the weather, for the same reason I don't blog about the traffic. I chose to live here, and both of them are a vast improvement over DC, whence I came. But still...

Apparently, the producers of The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe have arranged, as part of an "Always Winter, Never Hannukah" ad campaign, to turn Colorado into a meat locker. As I write this, it's minus, as in "not plus," three degrees outside. The garage has morphed from a convenient refrigerator into a walk-in freezer, which, if I were a butcher, would shorten my commute considerably, but as it is, it's just turning the olive oil into a paste.

The only good thing about it is that the wind has died down. For some reason, the world-class urban planners out here put a small, general aviation airport opposite a gap in the foothills. The same people who invented carb heat to counter the Venturi Effect when it comes to icing engines apparently forgot to tell the civil engineers, and the resulting 90 MPH gusts ripped a small plane out of its tie-down.

The week before that, the clouds that had been hovering, Mordor-like, over the mountains, finally broke loose and gave us a few inches of snow, which wouldn't normally be a big deal, because it would have melted by now. In this case, the winds piled it up and the cold have kept it around as a reminder of how nice global warming can be.

Though as compared to fires, landslides, hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes, floods, and stampeding buffalo, it's pretty mild stuff. And hey, it's a dry cold.