Snow in Flagstaff! Our first measurable snow was actually on Sunday, but that storm hardly counted: 7 of 11 weather stations in the area recorded zero precipitation. Today’s storm, with snow coming down pretty steadily outside my office door, seems much more substantial.
It’s exciting to have a bit of real winter here. I hope this snow sticks around for a while (though the forecast, as my weather widget indicates, is for warmer and dry after today).
Update: Lest I again be tarred as a postmodernist, I’ll point out that I did in fact take pictures of the actual snow. But it took a day to get the film back from the, um, photographic lab-o-ratory.
Trips to the cross-country ski park: 3
Miles of groomed trail: 15
Dogs that love snow: 2
Trips to the Basin: 1
Price in dollars of an adult day pass: 58
Sticker shock: +1
Inches of fresh powder last Tuesday: 12
Sidecut, in mm, of the K2 Super Stinx: 16
Sweet tele turns made: Lots
Days of aching, crippled quadriceps: 4
Inches of snow in Flagstaff: 0
(Or, Alpine Style, Revisited) Via E. Wesp at Printculture comes a lovely holiday anecdote about the competition for Santa of the Year. It turns out that you can in fact get points for falling out of one’s sleigh:
“You go up two at a time, head-to-head,” [British Father Christmas Ron Horniblew] told The Mail on Sunday. “I was up against the Estonian and I won the race. He actually fell off his sleigh. But he got awarded extra points for falling in a particularly Santa-like style.
I do wonder what that looks like, and if there is a standard scoring system for Santa tumbles. Shaking like a bowl full of jelly? Check. A wink and a nod? Check.
Wesp includes a couple of valuable holiday tips: “Be happy that consumerism has a different name than the birth of your redeemer,” and “Stop shoveling snow if you start vomiting”—good to know.
