Winter drops by to say welcome

Winter is my favorite season. There are those who don't believe me, or who point out that I can only love winter because I spent the past five years living in a warm climate and visiting winter at my leisure, for fun, without the day-to-day cold-weather drudgery. Point taken, but I stand by my statement. I am a hopeless winter enthusiast.

When I moved to Colorado in late April, I assumed I wouldn't see winter for another six months. And that was okay, because I had a pretty good dose of winter this past season in visits to Nevada, Utah, Idaho, and two fantastic trips to Alaska. Surprisingly, except for a cold snap following a November snowstorm, I all but missed winter in Colorado during our two weekend visits in December and January. The week we closed on the house, it was 60 degrees in Boulder, and the backyard looked like this:

January 30


May 1!

Yes, winter returned for a spring fling, the way she often does in her turbulent on again, off again affair with the Rockies — a blast of snow and cold before slipping out the back door, and suddenly it's 65 degrees again. Beat and I wanted to make the most of this brief reverie, but he unfortunately hurt his back while chopping wood on Thursday (or perhaps the sore back was from sleeping on an air mattress. We are still without real furniture at home.) Beat was hobbled but still got out for a short hike into Walker Ranch. These were our first views of the Boulder Creek Gorge. "This is the new Rancho!" I proclaimed, referring to an open space preserve near our apartment in California, where I did most of my running over the past five years. Rancho is not bad, but it doesn't look like this.

Beat turned around but I continued making my way around the loop, mostly hiking because of the new snow, and also because the altitude is really clamping down right now. When dragging my sea-level-acclimated body to elevations above 5,000 feet, I tend to have a honeymoon period of two to three days where I can feel the altitude, but it doesn't necessarily drag me down. By day four, the accumulating oxygen deficit seems to reach a breaking point, and I start waking up with headaches and struggling noticeably more in physical efforts. One week out seems to be the worst. At least I hope this is the worst. It gets better, right? 

Anyway, a bit of headache and rasping is no reason to let this brief winter pass me by. I set out Sunday to meet a local runner who I've been in touch with for a couple of years now. She invited me on a morning run to Green Mountain, but it snowed enough overnight that I didn't feel comfortable taking the Subaru with its summer tires and California-conditioned driver down the steep, icy roads. We re-worked the plan so I could run from home and meet her on top of Green Mountain, then continue together down to town.

First tracks on the road.

The day's first ascent of Green. It was blowing snow and the temperature was about 28 degrees. Windchill and sweaty clothing made it feel brrrrr. I waited for Wendy for twelve minutes, until I was very cold. I'd already forgotten how difficult it is to re-stoke body heat after you've let yourself become that chilled.

I made exaggerated jumping motions on my way down Green, to stimulate blood flow. Wendy approached and I followed her back up the mountain at a pace that left me gasping for air, but at least I warmed up again.

At the top we bumped into semi-famous ultrarunning ladies Darcy Piceu and Gina Lucrezi. Just a typical day in Boulder.

Descending Bear Canyon in a winter wonderland. Everything was so quiet and tranquil. When I'm wading through powder at a 15-minute-mile downhill "running" pace, I feel only bliss. (When I'm on skis I feel only terror, which is the main reason I am not a skier.)

The Flatirons from town. Wow! Thanks for coaxing me down here, Wendy.

Back at home, I was completely exhausted by 15 miles of "running." I don't think I've been that tired since I finished the Iditarod. Perhaps I can blame the effects of the altitude rather than declining fitness. Beat was not too sympathetic and tried to coax me out on the exploration route he tracked out that morning, but I resisted.

Monday brought bluebird skies and rapidly warming temperatures. I made attempts to work through the morning, but spent more time than I care to admit staring out the window, watching the resident turkey peck bare patches of ground as clumps of snow rained from the trees.

 In the afternoon I planned to run into Boulder to meet Beat. Although I should have, I didn't bank on the six inches of slush now covering the trails, and just how slippery and difficult it can be to wade through this. The ten-mile run that I hoped would take 1:45 ate up three hours, and my feet were cold. They were so cold.

By the time I reached Boulder, it was spring! I suppose it had to come back eventually. Thanks for dropping by, winter! See you in October (or maybe next week.)

Comments

  1. Haha every year, I'm somehow surprised by the April/May storms and I have no idea why-- April and May are far snowier here than February. I kinda like the late-season snow; it makes everything feel so magical!

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  2. Anonymous7:56 AM

    I don't miss winter riding... here's some vid though... it was a fun winter up north (canada)

    cross bike on ice (with studs on 700series wheel) 4 weekends ago...
    https://youtu.be/SwDFfMbrvMA
    https://youtu.be/5J8BFswqK9M
    blacks downhill - funny - half way skiier coming up and fat bike, I`m on a cyclocross ride..
    https://youtu.be/XSqZIwGDNwc

    near champlain - met up with one skiier...
    https://youtu.be/OWYx71RQrJc

    vids of some of this year's winter rides on fat bike (snowshoe trails mostly and others...)

    up near pinks some place... https://youtu.be/-SNfJz8L-MU
    good fast downhill pure ice and fast- https://youtu.be/ 1fAy8hjISoc
    - https://youtu.be/CeHG8KKVGQk
    snowshoe trails (65,66,67,) - https://youtu.be/ g78tD3IyQ9E
    snowshoe - https://youtu.be/PGayKqct2xU
    snowshoe good run https://youtu.be/ 4MGKM1kVFRk

    previous year some winter rides (got a lot of rides in due to the large number of cold weather days we had up until mid-april, strange weather, used to be that we could ride the gat parkway by mid march, now the season ends later but winter lasts longer)
    https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=pumqly79NX8
    good night ride
    https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=uJINo5Okwkc
    https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=iwp3fGKOzGU
    https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=DqlHM_dXFKE
    snowshoe trails
    https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=t9lZmsCSI4Q
    https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=I6CnF3v2-WY
    April riding... end of ski season start of spring ice biking
    https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=Y9DgmTHajh0
    https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=vVvhX0tRv6s
    https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=ML1_SwdWqSk

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  3. Ah, winter. Hello snow and cold, goodbye bugs and most of the tourists.

    Tell Beat that when he's has finished doing the classic man thing with the axe, he can get a hydraulic splitter. Way more enjoyable.

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  4. 2nd the vote for the hydraulic ram splitter...chainsaw to cut the wood into splitting size pieces. The Axe is used only for lopping off the branches (tho the chainsaw makes quick work of that too).

    Fantastic pics, thanks for posting. You two are seriously "living the dream"!

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  5. I never get to see snow, so I always get super excited when bloggers post magical scenes like this. I can relate to euphoria. Beats face says it all.

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  6. This sure is a fickle time of year! I'm glad you got a glimpse of winter even if it did involve cold feet.

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  7. Just browsing thru your pics again...gosh Jill...that 1 May shot is a freaking POSTCARD! That is the view from your HOUSE?? You two are SO lucky!! I'm neon green w/ envy!!

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    1. Thanks! If you're ever in Boulder let me know. We could meet up for a neighborhood ride.

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  8. Boulder has some of the craziest weather, and cloud formations! No coincidence that NCAR is there. You are smart to respect the drive down Flagstaff Road, it has claimed many drivers (and cyclists).

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  9. Hopefully spring is here to stay!

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