Woke up this morning, looked out at a heavy damp (read that dam wet) fog, and noticed the verdant green lawn needs mowing, and it's too wet to get on it. Bummer. I've shoveled snow. Lived ONE winter at Lake Tahoe, in the shadow of Echo Summit. The storms hang up on the summit of the mountains, and we would get 5 feet of snow over night. Same thing happened to the Donnor Party in 1846 up at the north end of the lake. The snow was so deep I couldn't shovel the driveway because I couldn't throw it high enough, Just had a little pocket by the road to park in. Had to shovel the roof several times that winter, couldn't see out the front window on the fourth of July, back yard wasn't so bad, about 4 foot on the level on the fourth, but it had drifted on the front side. One time shoveling the roof, I actually had to throw snow up off the front side of the house. And just a few miles away, on the east side of the lake, nothing, not enough snow to talk about. Some people go to college and learn everything out of books, some learn things the hard way. Seems I learned the hard way most of my life.