I'm starting to forget that I'm in Colorado and not back in Oklahoma with all this crazy weather we're having. One morning it's snowing and by the next day I'm wearing a tank top and flip flops. It's easy to say I "survived" my first mountain winter (for which I was very nervous about) only because this was one of the driest winters Durango has seen in years. Hey, I'm not complaining. Chad says Spring isn't here yet though, despite the fact that we drove around with the sun roof open yesterday. It is only mid-March and if I remember correctly it snowed in late APRIL last year... that was a first. I still haven't figured out when to pull out the summer clothes and put away my winter coat around here.