We woke up to 7 inches of fresh snow at 10,000 feet this morning—and it couldn’t have come at a better time.
March and April were unusually dry and warm. So much so that I rode my mountain bike on the Peaks Trail in April for the first time ever. No lingering snow, barely any mud—conditions you’d normally never see until mid-June. It felt more like early summer than spring in the high country.
As nice as that was in the moment, it came with a cost. The land has been thirsty. Rivers and streams have taken a hit, and there’s been real concern about what that means for the months ahead. Some rafting guides have even been predicting a no-season scenario this year, which says a lot about how dry things have been.
That’s why this storm matters.
This moisture is more than just a return to winter—it’s a reset. Snowpack is our natural reservoir up here, and every inch counts. If May can bring a few more steady storms like this, we might be able to rebuild some of that reserve and give the rivers a fighting chance.
For now, it’s a welcome sight: snow falling quietly, soaking into a landscape that needs it.
We’ll take every bit of it.
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