Sunshine to Shoveltime

One Sunday to the next couldn't have been any more different. Valentine's Day was bluebird, perfect temps. The very next Sunday we awoke to find two feet of snow outside. On Saturday we went to dinner with my Aunt Ginger, Janet, Great-Grandma Margaret, and Brad to celebrate my Great-Grandma's 86th birthday. It started to snow, but it wasn't sticking. The forecasters had called for up to two inches on the Valley Floor, so we figured it would change over night to snow and give us a little dusting. WRONG. After dinner we went to the Grand Sierra to catch up with some of Danielle's past co-workers. We were only there for about an hour and three inches had already built up on the car. There were people outside the hotel playing in the snow. They were from Miami and had never in their lives seen snow. They were beyond excited to be playing in it in just shirts and shorts. We drove home - slowly. When we got up in the morning we found a nice surprise of around twenty four inches of snow. Luckily the snow fell so fast the roads didn't have much time to cool down from the prior week's heat. The roads were surprisingly in decent shape. Just as two feet of snow can fall, the rain can come and melt it all away. Over the next four days all of it was gone.