Clear Skies Then a Late February Snowstorm at Alpine Meadows
Bluebird morning at Alpine Meadows before the late-February storm moved in. Summit chair first thing, corduroy still holding at the top, and from the ridge the whole of Lake Tahoe laid out with a single rope of cloud sitting low over the water — not on the mountains, just floating on the lake like it had been set down there and forgotten.
By afternoon the clouds had thickened over the trees on the lower lifts, and the storm the forecasts had been going on about all week started delivering on the drive home. This system was a big one — supposed to blanket mountains all the way down to the San Gabriels, blizzard warnings and snow at elevations that almost never see it.
Best part came after the skiing was done. Stopped on the road in falling snow because a hawk was sitting on a broken branch maybe twenty feet off the shoulder, hunched against the weather, every bough around it loaded white. It stayed put the whole time, watching the road through the snowfall.