I think we may have pushed Mother Nature over the edge with our complaints about the drought. I am not ready to say “Uncle” yet – Kris Kuyper and Mike Krueger keep insisting we still need a lot of rain to get back to “normal” water levels. Frankly, I don’t know whether they mean, “normal” rain totals, or “normal” levels for the reservoirs out of which water transfers are made, you tell me. They act as though Shasta and Oroville are pristine natural lakes, they’re not. They were installed to steal water from local residents and ship it off to places where subdivisions have been built without ground water.
Of course, it’s nice to see a good snowstorm.
When I looked at Sugar Bowl’s live stream this morning, there were icicles hanging over the camera lens, and the snow was coming down pretty steady.
At Mammoth Lakes in Southern California, it’s been coming down steadily for a couple of weeks.
Snow is like money in the bank – water for Summer. Of course, it’s good to have fun in, as long as you stay safe.
I checked the weather at Butte Meadows – it says ice rain, with a 90 % chance of snow. Oooooo! Butte Meadows is fun, but there’s this stretch of road right near the turn off Hwy 32 – if it’s icy, you should give it up and go home. One winter we parked along that stretch – there’s a meadow there, good for sledding. There is a sudden steep rise in the road, and we watched one car after another spin out of control. One man in an old Dodge pick-up made a run for it, and ended up skidding sideways toward the pines. He managed to pull out of it, but his truck suddenly pulled over to the side of the road – his woman had enough, she got out and yelled at him to “Turn around! I’m not going!” And she walked down the side of the road toward us as her husband eeked a u-turn and came sliding back down toward our car. They had been out to get a Christmas tree, but this, she fumed, “wasn’t worth any stupid tree!” She was probably right – we played in that meadow for over an hour, and didn’t see anybody make it past that stretch of road. One small car full of young people got stuck because the driver was terrified – a bunch of locals had to help him turn the car around and get out. The road got icier as the sun disappeared, and we headed back to Chico with snow in our britches.
One year they got so much snow at Butte Meadows, camp grounds were just about destroyed. Snow crushed picnic tables and Spring melt washed out campsites and roads. You just can’t predict what Mother Nature will dish out, but you can bet she will be generous with it.
Remember the sudden snowstorm that crushed rooftops all over Paradise? I can’t believe people would build with flat roofs there, but they don’t get snow often enough to know better, I guess. A couple of years ago, an early snow brought down trees all over the hills – the snow had come before the trees had lost their leaves. It sticks to the leaves and rips off branches, or brings down the whole thing.
One year there was so much snow at Lassen, we boarded the peak in October of the following year. Hey, old snow, new snow, it’s alllllll gooooood!
Just what do you suppose is “normal” in Northern California?