Fifty-five degrees here in the Five Valleys; and weak winter sunshine. That's a near-record high.
Other end of the state, around Miles City, they're enduring blizzard conditions. There was a Polar Express vortex moving quickly off the Pole into the Great Plains - but the cutoff point was right around Bozeman or Butte. We were somehow not part of it.
I have an address for a public webcam on the city administration building of that little town in New York that I worked for in the late 1970s...they've got about a foot of snow on the ground, more falling. Lake-effect blizzard - off Lake Erie, which has a diagonal shoreline between Cleveland and Buffalo.
That's not unknown there, either - it gets cold early there, as it is supposed to, here - but a foot of snow before Christmas, is, taking the Christmas Spirit a bit too far.
To myself: I spent the afternoon at the range. What surprised me - the range was up against an outcropping, the steep base of a series of low mountains surrounding our metropolis - but in the shadows, it was near-twilight by three in the afternoon.
Across from the river cut, I could see the south side of another hill, still in sunshine - but it wasn't bright enough or intense enough to light up the gallery boxes, with their earthen berm sides.
Other end of the state, around Miles City, they're enduring blizzard conditions. There was a Polar Express vortex moving quickly off the Pole into the Great Plains - but the cutoff point was right around Bozeman or Butte. We were somehow not part of it.
I have an address for a public webcam on the city administration building of that little town in New York that I worked for in the late 1970s...they've got about a foot of snow on the ground, more falling. Lake-effect blizzard - off Lake Erie, which has a diagonal shoreline between Cleveland and Buffalo.
That's not unknown there, either - it gets cold early there, as it is supposed to, here - but a foot of snow before Christmas, is, taking the Christmas Spirit a bit too far.
To myself: I spent the afternoon at the range. What surprised me - the range was up against an outcropping, the steep base of a series of low mountains surrounding our metropolis - but in the shadows, it was near-twilight by three in the afternoon.
Across from the river cut, I could see the south side of another hill, still in sunshine - but it wasn't bright enough or intense enough to light up the gallery boxes, with their earthen berm sides.
