Avalanche
Member
I remember when cooler temps meant the anticipation of winter, and the assurance that a chance of snow was around the corner. Christmas time would roll around, cold temps, lattes, smores, outdoor campfires, and we knew we were in the arena of winter and all it's wonders would come to fruition. Turning on the TV and hearing Greg Fishel or Bob Debarbaladen introducing snow in the forecast brought our sleds, thick jackets, and layered socks out of hiding. Then, it would actually come to fruition. What fun we enjoyed, then we'd hope we would get another one before the crepe myrtles and dogwoods signaled the end.
Now, with the great technology and the ability to see forecast from the met perspective, we still have the anticipation and the hopes, but rarely does anything seem to happen now. Its a shame that we have this network to share our enthusiasm, and winter storms seem to be the thing of distant memories.
Ive learned to appreciate the summer and what it offers. Yes, Im drunk right now and Im crying because my season of sand, beach, palm trees, and mixed coctails are now fading.
While I'd love to go back and revisit our collective enjoyment of winter storms, if only for old time's sake, it simply isnt going to happen folks.
Now, with the great technology and the ability to see forecast from the met perspective, we still have the anticipation and the hopes, but rarely does anything seem to happen now. Its a shame that we have this network to share our enthusiasm, and winter storms seem to be the thing of distant memories.
Ive learned to appreciate the summer and what it offers. Yes, Im drunk right now and Im crying because my season of sand, beach, palm trees, and mixed coctails are now fading.
While I'd love to go back and revisit our collective enjoyment of winter storms, if only for old time's sake, it simply isnt going to happen folks.