If you’re the kind of person who dreads the cold, and dreams of sandy beaches, we’re going to disagree from the start. But if you’re like me, the weather these last two weeks has probably given you all sorts of warm and fuzzy feelings about the season ahead. You see, my idea of a “good” winter, is a winter where the plows run constantly. Where the temperature never breaks 32 degrees. Where Mother Nature blankets us with layer after layer of that strange white substance we call snow. Barely into November, and the Front Range has already seen multiple storms leaving knee high piles of the stuff.
Ordinarily getting to the mountains, even once, before Thanksgiving is pretty impressive. And usually everything before Christmas is just a warm up. But this year could be different. Maybe they were wrong about this global warming thing. If things stay on track, we could be in for one of the snowiest winters yet. And honestly, I am excited. For many, the forecast of snow brings fears of shoveling and impassible roads. For me it brings dreams neck deep powder, and fresh tracks top to bottom. Nothing gets me as excited as the smell of snow in the air.
All the downed tree branches and loss of power aside, these last two snow storms have left me with good feelings of the season that lies ahead. Maybe with a little luck, and a few prayers to Ullr, we’ll end up with a winter to remember.
The Ullr Influence 