Last Saturday, it was 74 friggin' degrees in Denver. Picture scores of people running around in shorts, showing off their pasty white legs, and delirious with joy. The freakish warmth of the day actually broke records. In nearby Washington Park, it looked like this:
(Photo Credit: Andy Cross/Denver Post)Come Sunday, this is what it looked like from my balcony:
Duly noted in the Denver Post headline: "Sun screen Saturday, snow shovels Sunday" March: In like a lamb, out like a lion - all in one weekend. 'Twas the best of both worlds - I LOVED IT.
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Swear on my life, I remember it snowing very lightly in June once, too. It was about 10 years ago, and I remember standing on my balcony at the Breakers Apt's thinking, "I have a helluva hangover, I guess". But indeed, we had a touch of snow in June.
Freaky, freaky state, I tell ya.
omg. i remember this. i went snowboarding in breck that week. i arrived sunday to crazy snowfall & unbelievably frigid temperatures, but my friends who arrived a day earlier said they wore shorts the day before. hooray global warming. (oh & HI HEATHER!)
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