First things first: I am not a lover of late-April snow. Do I wish I was out riding my mountain bike I got tuned up a few weeks ago? Yep. Do I wish it had snowed when it was supposed to in January so I could have skied it? You betcha.
But here’s something I learned growing up in Canada: If you wait for perfect conditions to get outside and play, you’ll spend most of your life waiting.
After a meager winter, Colorado is in a drought and watering restrictions are in place. Coloradoans have been praying for moisture and the past few weeks we finally got it. We’re still not in the clear yet–snow pack is still below average. But instead of Hail Mary-ing the weather gods, my entire Twitter and Facebook stream have been full of whiners about the cold.
Ever undeterred by inclement weather and suffering from serious cabin fever, I bundled up, headed outside, breathed in the gorgeous crisp air, wandered to my heart’s content and posted some pictures of my explorations and the following message on my social media networks:
“While my fellow Coloradoans were sniveling about the snow, I took a better approach.”