May 21, 2008
When you live in Montana you think about the weather a lot. Maybe that’s true everywhere, but growing up in Southern California I don’t recall contemplating the weather much. In the winter I’d wear long sleeve shirts and maybe a sweater. During the summer it was shorts and tank tops. In high school I only owned a couple pair of pants, because I wore shorts or skirts year round. I remember thinking 60 degrees was cold.
Now, I think about the weather everyday. Is it going to be cold or really cold in the winter? How hard will the wind blow today? Are we going to fry this summer? This “spring” I’ve been posting a lot about how cold and wet it has been. Then, we had a few days of summer. It was delightful. Today–cool and rainy–springtime.
Thanks to the extended winter (actually, a normal winter) and a few days of hot temps (it got into the low 80s last weekend) we have a big, big snowpack in the mountains that has started rapidly melting. That means swollen rivers and flooding.
Yesterday evening Henry and I took a walk down to the Yellowstone while Mogie and Big H hung out with Anders. The river was raging. Everyone out enjoying the last day of summer (for now) was talking about high water, flood stages and mud.