Okay...first a warning. Those of you who live in snowy cold parts of the world will probably laugh at this. But for us sea level coastal California wussies, snow is an oddity. Its something we travel a few hours to go visit and pay to play in. Its not something that drizzles down and invades our lives. All cold like.
And in all the years I have lived here (about 30) I've never seen this. So pardon me when I get all weird about it right now.
So, after a spooky night of thunder that was apparently striking Aptos, but it seemed like it was in my backyard, we woke up to this:
That shit is cold and crunchy.
The gnomes were happy
We decided to drive over to the beach to see if it actually snowed there as well. And it did. Sort of. The snow was more like compacted giant hail. But it looked very winter wonderlandish. On the way back from the beach, we saw some surfers riding bikes, with their boards on the side, and snow in the background. Surreal. (no picture of that because we are too slow, but here is a pic of the snowhail on the beach)
Michael tried to rescue this funky bug thing from the snow. The phone number is the PG&E outtage info hotline. They told us our power would be back sometime between 2-4pm...I was hoping they meant today. (Since I am typing this, you can assume all is well, but I have no idea how the bug fared)
We had planned on doing chores today...but without power what are you gonna do? We did the only thing you can do. We loaded the mountain bikes and went for a slushilicious ride in the snow at Demo. The only real snow we saw was near the top of Santa Rosalia. It was more like a mudilicious ride. It was crispycold, muddy, slippery, treacherous Fun. With a capital F.
(No picture of the ride...you have to paint one with your imagination)
When we returned, the power had been restored and all the snow had melted. Its as if Snow Day never really happened at all.