Both the dogs and I were full of excited anticipation this morning. We were going to find snow and mush. Rain wasn't predicted until evening; the sled was secured: and the van was all packed up. I even threw in my downhill ski stuff to catch a few downhill runs after our sled run.
When I heard the rain in the night, my dreams were of fresh snow. Dave left to Ski Patrol at 0530 - not an hour I frequent. An hour and a half later as I was locking the house up, he called to say it was pouring at the ski area and water was running down the almost bare pavement where I planned to mush. I got the disappointed dogs out of the van; re-heated a mug of coffee; and read the Sunday paper while still in my ski clothes.
I was so bummed I even washed the muddy van - not a chore I frequent.
Now bored and bummed, I took down and put away the last of Christmas...
and decorated the fireplace for winter. Maybe Ma Nature will take a hint and bring us snow.