Baby, It's Cold Outside

Living in Las Vegas means extreme desert heat in the summer, and that should be it. Not the case. Right now the temperature is 39 degrees Fahrenheit, with winter weather advisories in effect. Tomorrow's forecast calls for snow. Snow!

I remember one morning 4 or 5 years ago, I had to report to work at 5am, and was astounded to find myself in a different world when I opened the door to leave the house. Overnight, we must have had several inches of snowfall. It was the most beautiful, wondrous sight I have seen in Las Vegas. I recall the stillness in the air, the crisp coldness, and the crunching of snow as I took several steps toward my car.

Panic set in as I struggled to brush the thick layer of snow off of my windows. I have lived my entire life on the west coast, and never had I experienced snow like this. Once I managed to de-ice my car windows, driving wasn't any less difficult. The roads were empty and the snow was fresh, so the streets were completely covered in white powder. I couldn't tell where the lanes separated, and so I must have driven 15 mph in my confusion. Fortunately, a mile into my drive, a news van showed up on the road. I was comforted in the fact that I could follow his tire tracks through the snow.

I eventually made it to work, but was completely distracted throughout the day as snow continued to fall and I was able to watch it all from my office window. It was such an incredible day to witness, but I don't know if I can ever deal with commuting through such conditions again. Despite all of that, I am truly a wimp when it comes to the cold. Once the temperature drops below 60 degrees, I'm geared up like I live in Antartica. Fortunately, Vegas winters pass in a blink of an eye, so I should be fine.