Fun fact about me, I just got back a couple weeks ago from a two month long stay on a little island off the coast of Madagascar where I was living and volunteering doing marine conservation work. Madagascar, if you’ve never been there, or more specifically the island I lived on, is a very hot and humid place. Shorts and t-shirts were sometimes too hot for the days. I think it got cool enough for me to put on long sleeves in the evening twice while I was there, and both times it was after a good downpour. When I left for Madagascar I was excited about the prospect of waiting out a Colorado winter in a tropical paradise where I could be assured that it would never drop below freezing. But careful what you wish for right? I loved the weather, the heat, the humidity, while I was in Madagascar, but after a while I began to miss Colorado, the cold, and, especially, the snow. Go figure. Coming home right at the beginning of March I was hopeful that we’d get at least one good snow after I got home, just something to give me my snow fix and tide me over until next winter. Well, with the sun shinning everyday and temperatures reaching record highs it’s no wonder that I began to lose hope of my snow storm.Well, let this be a lesson on not giving. Or not, I really don’t mind either way.
On Wednesday I first heard the news that we were expecting some weather event on Friday (that’s today). Familiar as I am with the fallibility of Colorado weather forecasters to say I brushed off the possibility would be something of an understatement. What I really did was flat out refuse to believe. I’ve been down this road too many times in the past to keep falling for the same tricks, I thought. Yesterday, when predictions were still holding steady and thoughts seemed to be leaning more from rain to snow, I laughed it off, quite bitterly actually, certain that all these promises were empty, concocted to tease and, ultimately, disappoint me. Conceited, I know, to think that the entire Colorado weather community would come together to produce an elaborate ruse simply to build up my hopes and tear them down again, but, after so many disappointment in the past, that’s how it begins to feel. Today I sincerely extend my apologies to all the weathermen and women out there whom I so daringly disbelieved up until I woke to the sight and sounds of a blizzard this morning. Despite all of your past errors, you have, on this occasion, won back my trust.