Such a beautiful landscape. Thanks for sharing, Terry.
(Our summer has gone haywire again. After a glorious day on Saturday, yesterday & today are overcast, not much light and decidedly on the cool side).
Yes, it is a dry cold and quite tolerable. In this immediate area we don’t get much of the wind that accompanies these cold fronts so it doesn’t feel as cold. And we’re used to it. 80 miles from here in Missoula (where I grew up) there is a canyon at the north end of town that is called “Hellgate” because of the winds that roar through it when these storms come.
For those who get along with the cold, the scenes are beautiful. I rather like this one because it includes the last of the clouds that brought the last blanket of snow. The clouds will return Friday night bringing more snow and much warmer temperatures.
That snow is indeed edible, especially high on the mountain. There are very few impurities in the air up there. That will be the source of our summer stream water as well as for the underground aquifers. Snow and rain I consider with reverence because they make our lives here possible.
And here I come, rolling in with a report of 43F. You’d call that summer — or at least late spring. What we do have is an east wind, off the water, and I’ll take 0 degrees where it’s truly dry over 32F wtih a damp, nasty wind. For one thing, the dry air brings those gorgeous skies, and sometimes squeaky snow. I love the crunch and squeak — winter’s full of sounds as well as sights.
You are right. When we get past that part of the year when it is in the low thirties with high humidity and light rain, when everything finally freezes and dries out, it feels much warmer. And when there is a warm blanket of snow on the roof, it is warmer yet. Of course there is still that thing when the moisture in my breath makes an icicle out of my mustache as it did this morning.