March - in like a lion?

I forget the saying--even though I never knew about it until I left California three years ago. In any case, we had "high-wind" warnings on the mountain tops which started at right about midnight last night. The Scrapper always reminds us of weather changes by poking her nose beside the bed to let her in. She either gets cold or scared, but usually ends up under the covers before dawn.

Given that we've been having warmer days (and we cover her up on the couch before we hit the hay at night), we haven't seen her until morning, which allows for a better nights sleep on our crowded bed. But as soon as the wind started hammering over the hills, the Scrapper was in our room and running for cover.

Yesterday was the first day that I can remember when I actually got "hot" on a lunch-ride. It was awesome...like 68 degrees or some such nonsense for February. And beautiful, with snow covered pastures and mountains. You can see all the local desert wildlife in the snow (desert birds, deer and such). It's pretty amazing to be riding and warm on clear roads surrounded by snow-pack. And it was nice to see the collegiate "Wolfpack" riders from UNR come rolling by as well. Our office is located on the training route for many of the local riders in town.

The nice thing about the seasons is that you are so ready for the next one by the end of the old one that what would normally feel like a cool day, (ie 68 degrees) seems hot. I am ready for Spring---which also marks a year in the High-Desert. This time last year we were still in New England...and this month last year we were packing and renting a moving truck and looking forward to being West of the Mississippi once again.

Soon the desert sage will be in bloom making allergy-prone folks uncomfortable. I hope that Mike's diligent allergist has done his job and put Mike on a program that keeps him comfortable this year. Lazy Saturday Hello's and Happy March 1st!