Loving the cooler weather! I cannot sleep so here I sit at the Ranch with the doors open, my hands are cold, my ears are cold, my feet are cold. Fall is my favorite time of the year. Even though it still is hot during the day, there is that unmistakable chill in the air. Growing up at the Ranch meant growing up in HOT weather. And, after this summer’s heat, I would ask Dad, “How did I grow up here? I cannot handle this heat”. Dad hates the cold weather and is wrapped up in a blanket…if he asks me to do so, I will close the door.
I am watching the news and I see that in my Denver, Colorado, that tomorrow’s temperature will have a high of a sizzling 35 degrees. Instant homesickness. My Denver FamFriends KNOW that, when I visit, that I go when there is snow, when it’s freezing, when I can see my breath in the air, when I can smell snow. Below are a few random memories of life in the snow.
Thinking back, I remember the very first time I saw the snow, I was going to have to be at an event the next day so I decided to go out the night before and DRIVE in it. Nervous, con miedo, sweating, shaking, I got into my car and took the wheel. I was sure that I was going to slip and slide all over the place LOL! All I did was drive in others’ tire tracks for about an hour and drove back home.
The NEXT morning, as I walk down the stairs of my apartment to the car, I remember that the cold almost felt like a slap in the face at first, I also knew that my California ‘warm’ clothes were not going to work and my California boots, while stylish, would soon be rendered useless. When I got home after the events of the day, snow was all up in the grooves of the bottom of those boots, I get into my kitchen and it was like zaz! I was on a slip-n-slide LOL. I crawled out of the kitchen laughing and thanking GodJesusVirgenOfG that I didn’t fall like that in front of anyone.
While no one saw me fall all over my kitchen, I remember that, like a SonsaTontaPendeja, I wore those same boots to Copper Mountain Ski Resort, where my station was working an event. I meet some of my crew and we start walking, and then I stumbled a little and slipped. Slid all the way down that hill! I remember having to give my staff permission to laugh because I know how it had to have looked. I also remember praying, as I slid, that when I eventually stopped, that I would be able to get back up.
Our Ita came to visit me around Christmastime and, promptly told me that she wanted to go home because it was way too cold for her. I took her to my station’s Christmas party and needed to get gasoline for the car. So I get out como si nada, to put in gas and she looks up at the temperature on a lighted sign across the street. It read zero, “0 degrees”, and I knew two things, that I can hang in the cold, and that I needed to get Ita back to California, pobrecita.
We were in Thornton working a club night. My co-workers and I look across the street and see a taco truck. You better know we ran over there. Tacos were great. The salsa, however, was like beyond HOT, neither of us could hang. So alli andabamos, grabbing snow off of THE GROUND and shoving it into our mouths! We were laughing and doing that sucking air thing when one is all enchilado, it was crazy!
Before I lay me down to sleep, I will check flights to my beloved Mile High City, I’m due for a freeze-out visit with my DenverFam. My hands will be cold, yay! My heart will be warm, hanging out with some of my favorite people ever in one of my favorite places ever.
Here I am at Copper Mountain standing on a small mountain of snow…and, no, this is not where I slid down the mountain LOL.