In my youth, Christmas arrived by train. With days in the 70’s (mid 20’s C), and the only sign of Christmas being the shop decorations, there was no snow heralding the season.
I woke yesterday and watched the sun crest the ridge blood red. Fresh blood red. So dimmed by the smoke of the fires, I could look directly at the rising orb.
There’s lots of snow up high–over a metre. Go high and go safely. There’s already been one avi death in Montana. We have had our share in the last few years. Let’s not add to them.