Ah, sometimes I don’t miss New England. A little rain can sometimes be not so bad.
That’s what happens here when the snow gets eager and falls before the ground temperature is “cold enough”, which varies depending on what’s been going on in the weather in the previous few days. A little snow falls during the day; it melts because the air temp is above freezing, but freezes at the same time because the concrete sucks the heat out of the slush like one of those miracle cloths you see advertised on TV. The sky clears and the sun sets, and you have radiant cooling, where the ground (including sidewalks and driveways) is throwing all its heat into space. (This is why you wake up on warm fall days to find frost on your car windshield.) Just before sunrise, a little more snow falls to cover and insulate the thin coating of ice now waiting in ambush to attack the unwary pedestrian.
I like that these strips are out of sequence to the current weather.
It was 104 degrees yesterday. “The hottest June day in history.”
One can appreciate slipping in the snow on “the hottest June day in history.”
In western Oregon, typically, it’s slush. I remember as a kid, we had 14 inches of snow come down. I decided to drop back and make a snow angel. It was the equivalent of landing on your back in a mud puddle full of ice water.
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