Does this look like 10 inches of snow to you? It doesn’t look like 10 inches of snow to me either.
I should have listened to my instincts on this one. Friday night around 10:30 p.m. I was walking through the woods, back to the cabin, after working at the ski resort. The winter sky was clear and the nearly full moon was high overhead. The stars were out and twinkling brightly. It wasn’t even the kind of sky where high, thin cirrus clouds veil the moon and stars to some extent. None of that. It was perfectly clear. It sure didn’t look then as though I’d be seeing snow start to fall in just 6-7 hours.
But, I told myself, it’s a "clipper" system. They move fast. Just because no clouds are here now doesn’t mean there won’t be any. And perhaps the forecast is off by a few hours about when this storm is to reach my doorstep.
The next morning I awake to no snow and few clouds. The birds arrived at my feeders on schedule and ate the seed as usual—no feeding frenzy. If 10 inches of snow were about to arrive, I could expect to see that shark-like feeding frenzy the birds exhibit just ahead of bad weather. I didn’t see it.
I did get some more ice, as you can see from this morning’s photo, though even that was barely enough to count. Ten inches of snow would equate to at least one inch of rain, and all the precipitation I got would amount to no more than a sprinkle. This forecast was way off, but I should have known better. This time my eagerness to see a reasonable amount of snow overrode what my instincts and observations were telling me. I should know better. Next time I won’t be fooled so easily.