Just Chillin’

The Global Machinery of Climate-Change blew over and laid-down a blanket of “Sierra Cement” (aka = snow) over the Thanksgiving holiday, and now we folk on the down-slope get to enjoy our traditional-seasonal Frostie, as the chilled-air from the mountains rolls down and fridgidizes the ambient surroundings: woke up at 31-degrees and it didn’t crack 62-degrees outside today. More time for indoor sport I guess as long as it doesn’t involve too much house-cleaning. Thanks Algore, see you on the iceberg!

Range time

Frosty and ice-crystals all over the deck in the morning, with low-30’s temps, but the Range is open from 9:00AM to Noon for shootin’ tomorrow (the Sheriffs haven’t taken all the available time), so maybe I’ll get me some of that.
UPDATE: Rain delay…
UPDATE-UPDATE: More rain, more cold and gray, time to light a fire in the fireplace, shop Amazon…


About a half-hour before my brother and family arrived to visit, the sprinkles started. After they left it really started to come down. We hunkered down to watch an old Rita Hayworth movie set in the South Pacific, loosely adapted from a story that I remember reading by W. Somerset Maugham.
Thanks to this year’s weird weather pattern, “monsoon” influences have blown-up in retrograde from New Mexico and Arizona, and we’ve been having a tumultuous Sierra Summer. There’s been with hail the size of quarters in Tahoe, and severe lightning filled rain-cells along the spine of the mountains from Quincy on down southerly to Arnold and Sonora. A few days ago we heard what sounded like artillery practice as dry-lightning boomed in the mountains above Kirkwood Ski Resort. Severe weather warnings have flashed-up on the TV screen in the midst of shows, warning of flash-flooding from the sudden onslaught of actual “weather.” In any event, the small bit of rain we did receive with grateful thanks to a beneficent Deity easily filled the rain barrels, yay!