Well, I saw something this morning I’ve never seen before: snow in June. I’m vacationing in Breckenridge, Colorado, and as I got up this early a.m. to fire up my international media empire, I peeked out the window, and hey, where did the mountains go? All I could see was snow streaming past the window, covering the trees and roads.
Depending on which bartender you talk to — and I’ve surveyed a few in the interest of timely, accurate reporting since we’ve been here — Breckenridge had anywhere from 500 to 800 inches of snow last winter. And that’s good news for the skiers who flock here. But also good news for many others in Colorado who depend on the melting snow to provide water throughout much of the year.
And yesterday kind of reinforced my perception of a Colorado day. Sunny and warm enough at mid-day to trigger a mild sunburn while drinking beer outside on a patio. Then cold and snow at night, followed by warmer temps, blue sky and sun.
I was going to post something insightful today about the war in Libya — or not — and the GOP presidential hopefuls — or not.
But I found the snow much more interesting.