The old folks used to say that. I guess this year we’ll have to see…
It’s been cold for the last few weeks; the nighttime temperatures went from the 50s to a very October-like mid-30s, and stayed there. We’d accepted that Winter was coming, and had started to settle into the routine of things. I’d be sitting outside reading and doing devotions, and I’d begin to feel the cold rolling down off the mountain. Then in about ten minutes, I’d be going inside for a coat.
But this week, things have changed dramatically: We’ve had an honest-to-goodness Chinook blow in. Last night our nighttime temperature outside was warmer than the temperature inside. It is totally strange to sleep with the window open this late in October.
And it meets all the parameters of a classic Chinook: unseasonably warm – very warm, with high winds. Our winds have been at about 15-25 knots for the last couple days. Step outside and it sounds like the ocean is just over the edge of the ridge.
I’ve said before how it seems like we live right on the snow line. This was proven yet again this morning when Wheaton the Golden Retriever and I went out to get the paper at the end of our little narrow gravelled lane. As we stepped outside, it was into an enveloping warmth, so I went without coat or sweatshirt; and then as we broke out into the open fields down closer to the end of the lane, it got much colder – about ten to fifteen degrees colder. The wind rushed past me with its icy fingers finding every opening in my t-shirt and laughing as it tickled me evilly with its cold.
It was us crossing the boundary of the thermal inversion. And then as we walked back up to the house, I dragged Wheaton a little ways past the driveway (he wanted to go in and get his breakfast) to see if it got warmer, and indeed it did. We’d gone back above the boundary of the thermal inversion.
But what will our winter be like? The Almanac says that it’ll be cold and snowy. I guess we’ll have to check back in a few months to see how this all turns out.