Our pretty little mountain town in the Sierra Nevada got buried last week, Tuesday-Thursday, as a classic atmospheric river rolled across the state. The first 24 hours, the storm was underwhelming. We were disappointed to only get about a foot of snow that first night. Weak. It snowed lightly during the day, off and on, accumulating about 6″, but nothing serious. Wednesday evening, we shoveled the decks again, just in case the storm wasn’t over.
Spoiler alert – it was NOT over!
We woke up Thursday morning, January 28, 2021, to find that the snow was too deep for our dogs to make it out into the backyard.
We walked around the hood as our neighbors on Pine Cone Drive attempted to break through the berms that the county plow had left on each driveway. I returned just as my boyfriend, Steve, and our neighbor across the street, Chris, victoriously cut through at the exact same time and met in the middle for a high five.
Bruno had fun playing in the backyard throughout the day.
Later that night, I decided to go for a run around the neighborhood and into downtown Truckee to check out the scene.