in Colorado's Rocky Mountains between Denver and Vail. Old Man Winter hasn't had his last word with us yet.
VIEW FROM THE PORCH -- Winter or Spring? In Denver, Colorado, Mother Nature can't decide. This snow was so heavy, I could barely hoist the shovel. This was the most possible water content in snow. Any more and it would not be snow, but rain. We so need the precipitation, so the moisture comes as a benediction. The trees on my corner seemed fine since the snow wa mostly melting off. *** Elsewhere, though, roofs caved in, including a new roof on a library. I70 was closed both east- and west-bound; foothills had about two feet of snow. Got out of Denver late, and made it to Vail, to ski Day 21. Tomorrow is closing day on the mountain and several other resorts. But you never know: Last year, Aspen opened for Father's Day. And there's always the possibility of eking a few more days out of the season at Arapahoe Basin. Today on the mountain, skiers and riders seemed melancholy. The snow had held up surprisingly well, and new snow fell. Light went flat. At one point, we were like blind skiers, skiing through fog and small pellets of snow that sandblasted our faces as we made our way down.