All morning I watched the snow that had crept onto Cypress overnight creep higher and higher with each coming hour. One minute it’d be like this:
And the next, the snow had crept up a few millimetres up the digital slope. It was as frustrating as watching a plant in one of those farm type games grow.
The forecast changes several times a day. One minute it’s a surefire dump all week, the next, dry as a bone.
One forecast that can’t go awry or else I’ll chimp is Elfin Lake’s. I’m not going up to the cabin (fingers crossed) because there will be snow half way at Red Heather Meadows. If it pans out, that will be the first snow of the season, not any ski resort. (Whistler, on the other hand, looks slated to open this weekend.)
It’s up in the air.