January 15th, 2013 - Ashley
Snow was a rare sight growing up here on the Oregon coast. It was something worthy of celebration even if what we called "snow" was really soft, wet flakes that melted as soon as they hit the ground. I remember distinctly the first time it snowed when I moved to Colorado for college. It was Halloween, and I was much more excited about running outside in my costume and sticking my tongue out than was probably considered normal for a nineteen year old. The evening ended in snowball fights and remains one of my favorite memories from my time in Colorado.
I have retained that childlike glee at the sight of snow, so when we awoke to a light dusting of the fluffy white stuff recently we quickly suited up, grabbed our cameras, and headed up one of our favorite coastal mountains for a snowy hike. By that time the sun had come out and sparkling motes of snow were sifting out of the trees along with big wet PLOPS of melty slush. It was so wonderful to see this familiar trail transformed into a winter wonderland, and our little valley blanketed with snow, even if only briefly.