Last week I played hookey for a day to take advantage of the 6+ FEET of fresh snow that had fallen in Lake Tahoe after a series of big storms. (I *heart* to ski.)
That's obviously a huge amount of fluffy stuff, but per ususal, as I drove east into the alpine heights of the Sierra Nevada mountains along Interstate 80, the roads were plowed to hard-pack perfection — even though the snow was still falling.
My powder day at Squaw Valley USA was sublime, thankyouverymuch, but it wouldn't have happened if the roads had been closed because of all the snow. So I send my gratitude (once again) to the intrepid "Sierra Snowfighters" from the Caltrans Kingvale Station for enabling my euphoria.