Big Snow Event

Nary a flake from the Big Snow Event here in the quaint and scenic mid-Hudson Valley. That was the oddest thing about the storm from my perspective. Not its sheer volume but its clearly defined boundary: Snow/No Snow. Ten miles away, they got eight inches. It was like there was some kind of wall inside of which the Big Snow Event was taking place. An invisible snowglobe or something.

Of course, we expected it to snow, so I spent the day inside feeling my body turning into cream cheese from lack of exercise. (I suppose I need to get myself an exercise bike.) I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I spent the day reading up on constantly recalibrating storm updates and bouncing mathematical formulae back and forth with the Current Crush (who lives in the metro D.C. area) about just when he could expect the roof of his car to cave in from the weight of accumulated snow. It was grey and miserable; the skies threatened. But there was no humidity whatsoever. A dry pressure system from the frigid north!

People in NYC looked like they were having such fun! A real cognitive dissonance between the dire headlines – City Shut Down! Economic Losses Totaling Hundreds of Millions! – and the simple joy of the faces I saw on social media as people played and danced in the snow.

Temps are supposed to go up above freezing today, so I have no excuse whatsoever not to drag my sorry ass on to the trail.