You know how everyone in Vancouver has been wondering “Where’s the snow? Where’s the snow?” Well, guess what? I found it! In the most unlikely of places—Palm Springs. It’s been hiding in the chocolate-colored mountains that ring the town. Which makes perfect sense when you realize that just about everybody out here in the desert seems to be a snowbird from Calgary or Winnipeg or—dare I say it?—Vancouver.
So, of course, they brought the snow with them.
You know what the low was on Saturday, when I arrived, in the hills and mountains above Palm Springs? About (or a-boot if you’re from Canada) 32°. That’s zero degrees Celsius if you’re from the Great White North. Which means freezing.
You know what the low was in Vancouver on Saturday? 43°. Which means if you’re from British Columbia that it’s time to start planting your tomatoes and green beans. And say good-bye to the Winter Olympics.
As for Palm Springs—come on, people! Turn up the heat!
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