Well, they said it might happen. Last night we got our first snow that wasn't just up in the mountains where we can see it but don't feel it. It snowed even by our house, which is right on the Flathead Lake and where temperatures are generally milder than elsewhere in the valley. There wasn't much of it, mind you. Maybe an eighth of an inch. Parts of Montana apparently got dumped on. Not us. Not yet, anyhow.
It made our yard and my commute pretty this morning. And it also means that we are that much closer to Big Mountain being open for business. Which, in turn, means that we get to strap on skis soon!!! Thankfully we finally have health insurance again! :)