In Southern California, most people think of snow as that material that we don't touch that dusts the tops of the high mountains that ring the Greater Los Angeles Area during the depths of winter. "Snow" is also an acronym for cocaine - and there is quite a bit of that substance in SoCal, brought north by murderous narcotics cartels. (shameless plug for my book Bloody Mexico)
View from my hotel room this morning (Note mountains are shrouded in clouds where it's still snowing)
However the farthest west I could get an airplane to take me last night was Salt Lake City. I thought that by March the weather would be balmy (like where I live and in the Eastern Caribbean). No, they had the 'greatest snow on earth' falling in abundance when I landed. Fortunately, as an experienced traveler, I packed a REALLY good ski jacket so I stayed cozy warm. Though it's slightly clearer this morning, last night the snow fell very heavily.
So I'll soldier on and descend in latitude back to where the sun shines later this morning, gentle readers. My Journey won't be hindered by a little snow. I'm headed back to a place where the pool in the back yard isn't frozen over into a skating rink and the only ice is that substance that chills whatever is in my glass...