Ouray Plaindealer Headline: "Missing: Old Man Winter"

 At just 94.5 inches, we are falling farther and farther behind.  The Gunnison water drainage, where we sit on the very most southern edge, is only at 96%.  No one expected last year's near recordbreaking totals.  It's March 2nd, and temps have been in the 50s. Our fisrst mud season has started. Rain - yes, rain! - is in the forecast for today, maybe some snow tomorrow.  Predictions are usually wrong, but they've been unusually wrong this year.  

That said, I'm still able to get up snowshoeing, and it's still beautiful.  With the warmer temperatures, Mirabella and Dempsey have started going with me.  That blue sky!


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