It's the End of the World As We Know It...

The world is ending in Jackson. I wrote a story about it: TVN

It's not so bad over here. I wrote a post about that too: Snowbrains

We have a mountain range as a buffer. We have more space to breathe around the massive plow piles. We still have arteries out of the valley that are open. We're on the periphery and Jackson is in the maelstrom, as roofs collapse and crews toil to resurrect the downed steel utility poles and the mountains shed their mantle onto the highway and the skating rink streets flood with water freed in the thaw.

I guess this is what California has been facing all winter.

I feel numb. None of this directly impacts me. I'm caught in a tempest of my own creating.

But at least there's skiing.