By Ryan Dunfee
For weeks, we’ve been biting our lips, drinking every happy hour, and feigning interests in hiking, lake surfing, and bulletproof groomers here in this snowless paradise known as Lake Tahoe. Like the Greek Olympics, we’ve been edging farther and farther past the point of no return, wondering if we were every going to pull off our signature event.
All eyes around the lake have been checking Tahoeweatherdiscussion.com with obsessive regularity, hoping to God Bryan would see a massive low pressure system explode out of nowhere over Sacramento and puke all over the golf courses, hiking trails, and bike paths that have stayed open into January in this great test of irony for the west-bound ski bum who left New Hampshire in hopes of finding storms that had before only been known in legend.
We held our breaths this past week, as after over two months without any meaningful precipitation, the winds howled across the lake and clouds, a completely unknown phenomenon this season, worked their way east across the hills. After going to sleep Thursday with the first sign of white on the ground, we woke up Friday to see the rain pounding that snow into the gutter.