We know snow. The biggest snowplow in the world is in use at our airport. And this wasn't the snowiest winter we've ever had - that would be the winter of 92-93, when we got 192.1 inches of the stuff - but it never seemed to let up. Add in a few visits from the Polar Vortex, and many of us were beginning to think that someone could write a novel about our area and call is 50 Shades of White.
It's finally getting better. The robins are back, the creeks are running, and most of the snow has melted away, leaving behind a carpet of dull grey-brown, half-dead grass. That's okay. We know it will green up soon, especially with a forecast like this one:
I looked at this mountain as I walked past it today and thought, hmmm. How long will it take for this pile of frozen whiteness to completely disappear? And then I thought - HMMMM! That would make a great contest!
So here you have it, readers. You see the mountain. You see our forecast. Tell me when you think the mountain will be completely gone. (All I need is a date, not the precise hour. I'm not going to stand there hovering :-). If more than one person guesses the correct date, I will throw all the potential winners into a hat and draw from there. The person who comes closest will receive something else our area is known for:
The prize announcement will be made on my scheduled blogging date, April 11. (Note that this assumes the mountain has melted by then. If not, expect an updated photo and a plea for chocolate and/or vast amounts of hard liquor.)
Questions and guesses can all go in the comments. Fire away!