The first real snowfall on the mountains in southern Nevada last night. Thanks to the storm that brewed over the Pacific Northwest, we were showered with some of the after effects and the Neveda Desert National Wildlife Range is powdered with sugary, white snow. The Sheep Range extends a great distance and it is quite a sight to see bright mountains in the arid midst of dusty sand and stone. Red Rock Canyon, Mount Charleston, and for the most part, the Spring Mountain range is likewise in the white. I'm sure it will be gone in a few days though as the sight of snow is usually short lived. Meanwhile my sister in Reno braved the storm, locked away in her appartment with 90 miles per hour winds and snow flurries brewing outside.
Damp earth and sheet metal is the smell of winter, although not very much in Nevada. This smell is more associated with winters in places like Boston. If hell would freeze over, it would be like at the peak of winter in Massachusettes. I can't imagine having to now shovel snow off driveways and scrape ice of windshields. Winters there were cruel and I do not miss them much.
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