Incoming Squall
The cold fingers of a winter storm grope across the Continental Divide and feel their way into Rocky Mountain National Park, as seen from the vantage point of the summit of Lily Mountain (9,734 ft; 2,967 m), near Estes Park, Colorado.
As I recall, the storm front was driven by a stiff, probing wind that seemed to revel in removing heat from the fingers. The wind was also bursting with wild, loud opinions with which it buffeted us, making any sort of normal discourse impossible. Truculent Uncle Wind, holding forth at great volume. The clouds moved swiftly, and given the angle of approach and the angle of the winter sun, the edge of the front closest to us mingled warm rays with wind-driven snow. Though the scene was captivating, lingering overly long felt unnecessary.
Incoming Squall
The cold fingers of a winter storm grope across the Continental Divide and feel their way into Rocky Mountain National Park, as seen from the vantage point of the summit of Lily Mountain (9,734 ft; 2,967 m), near Estes Park, Colorado.
As I recall, the storm front was driven by a stiff, probing wind that seemed to revel in removing heat from the fingers. The wind was also bursting with wild, loud opinions with which it buffeted us, making any sort of normal discourse impossible. Truculent Uncle Wind, holding forth at great volume. The clouds moved swiftly, and given the angle of approach and the angle of the winter sun, the edge of the front closest to us mingled warm rays with wind-driven snow. Though the scene was captivating, lingering overly long felt unnecessary.