The Storm That Came….And Passed…
Our forecast was dire…a weather alert of 30 MPH winds with gusts up to 60 MPH, possible rain and snow, and who knows what other kind of craziness. These are the mountains after all, and anyone who’s spent any time in the mountains knows that weather is as fickle as a raging mob.
So, naturally being the boonie rebels we are we decided to stick it out and see the show. Although our RV buddies erred on the safe side and left, we felt it was too early to abandon our newfound boondocking paradise, and somehow we had an inkling we’d be protected tucked in the hills as we are. After all, we’d survived spring in New Mexico by following the very sage advice of “just put your ass to the wind and wait it out”, and our “beastly” bottom was already pointed in the right direction for a southern blow so how bad could it really get?
Well the morning certainly started in grand theatre style. Dark, ominous clouds packed the Sierras, rolling blackness sucking the light out of the morning sky and creating deep red streaks across the horizon. And yet, there was a brilliant rainbow….gorgeous, fabulous and bright as a morning smile, stretching her luminous colors like a loving arm across the black and around the RV. In my excitement to capture the color I rushed out of the rig and managed one of the worst ankle twists I’ve done in years…good thing we were staying inside today! I was laid up in pain and we might be blown away any minute, but man this was going to be pretty!
And so we waited…and watched….and waited…and watched, all the time tracking the craziness on the satellite tracker on our handy WeatherBug app (the best weather app EVER). There was snow pounding the north, rain spewing in the mountains, wind whipping up the valley and kaleidoscopes of angry clouds passing on the peaks. The mountains were going bananas!
And right here? Well here there was nothing, nada, barely a drop. A few gusts of light breeze, a few cloudy moments, perhaps a sprinkling of light rain, but otherwise nothing at all. Just a grand ‘ol show from the couch with a front-seat view. For all the “action” we got we could have been watching it on TV, although this was much….much…cooler.
The day ended in grand style, clouds whipped into long lenticular tufts (the famous “Sierra Wave“) and a deep red glow of sunset. It had been glorious, colorful, exciting…and totally relaxed.
This morning the Sierras have opened in brilliant sun with snow-topped peaks and the promise of another gorgeous day. The storm had come…and officially passed, and we got to see the whole fabulous thing in our own private viewing chamber right here. Did I mention I love boondocking?
P.S. Turns out RV Sue decided to stick out the storm too. She got a bit more wind in her spot, but also snagged some gorgeous shots of the show.