. . . it's somewhere there, under all that snow. (Compare with this photo from back in February, which I thought was a lot. Little did I know). Know that our house, like many in Tahoe, is elevated well above ground, and the part that's in shadow in the pic is an elevated walkway from the garage, and is perhaps 15 feet or so above the ground. So that, my friends, is a shitton of snow. A couple feet of it is snow that has already been shoveled or has fallen from the roof, making it higher right along the house, but we must have at least 8 or 10 feet in the yard itself. I guess we'll have snow in our yard well into June!
Someone said something about it being spring now? I think maybe this means different things to different people. It has meant different things to me at different times of my life. When I was growing up in New England, it meant soon it would be warm and rainy and green and flowers. When I was living in the Vigin Islands, it meant the sea would warm back up from the cold cold 75 degrees up to 78 degrees and I could swim again (my blood got thin, I think). Now that I'm living in Truckee, spring means . . . not a whole lot. Not this year, anyhow. Here's our house . . .
This is the view out of many of our windows. Again, the ground? Is at least 10 feet from the bottom of the sill.
There's another 4 feet or so forecast between now and Saturday. Spring? Hah!
All of this snow, of course, has had an impact on my running. I don't mind running outside in the cold, but visibility is crappy when it's snowing so I don't go then. Usually the day of and the day after a storm, there is so much snow in the road that there's just no shoulder to run on. On these days I can run in the gym, but can only manage at most 5 miles before I lose my mind. We've had a load of snow this week, so I've pushed my long run and tempo run to the weekend, while I'm in Marin. This is a terrible strategy, as I can barely manage to run while there, but I have to change that habit damn quick and get three (!) runs in this time. Yeepers!