By Lane Lindstrom
Many of you who read my column titled, “Lane For Rent” in
the September issue of SnoWest Magazine
might have thought I was kidding when I made the claim it snows just about
everywhere I go—especially when I have a camera in hand.
Once again I give you further evidence of my claim that it
snows when I’m around.
I’m in Colorado
working on a travel feature for our sister publication, Dirt Toys Magazine and we made it through day one of our ride with
few “weather interruptions.” Day two was an entirely different story, however.
Snow overnight in the valley was snow up high on the peaks. And even though it
was raining in the morning we decided to head out for a day of riding ATVs and
side-by-sides, thinking somehow it might clear up. The steady rain we rode in
before deciding that it was crazy and we weren’t thinking straight and finally
turned around, eventually turned to snow. A wet, heavy snow that slowly crept
from the mountains down to the valleys of northern Colorado.
Now keep in mind, this was Oct. 5-6. I was working on a late
summer/early fall feature.
I rarely complain about snow—rarely. But I was pretty
Here’s a picture as proof.
Lane for rent. Indeed.