Last Monday, the sun missed it’s flight and got held over in Phoenix. We woke to gray skies, chilly breezes and moisture in the air. By 9:00 it was clear that something was drastically wrong. By 11:30, my emergency bags were packed, my TV was tuned to the local news channel and I was just waiting for Mayor Oscar Goodman to give the evacuation command. By noon, I couldn’t understand why the National Guard hadn’t knocked on my door to tell me I had 15 minutes to make it out of town before they closed the pass.
I waited another 30 minutes just to be sure. Then I gave up and drove to work.
On Wednesday, the same thing happened. No sunrise. No warmth. Just cold wind, sleet, icy roads and more snow. The airport closed at 5:15 pm. The highway patrol closed I-15 at the stateline. Hwy 160 to the west was closed, and so was Hwy 95/93 to Boulder City and Arizona. For some reason, they kept I-15 to the north open (as if anyone would even consider driving NORTH toward Utah in a Blizzard!).
Some parts of the valley got up to 10 inches of the white stuff. Schools were closed on Thursday. A snow day in Vegas! Good thing, too. Thursday morning was in the low 50s, with clear skies and bright sunshine. No snow. No ice. Just another sunny day.
