Change in the Air |

Change in the Air

Paul E. Anna

Spring has sprung and it did so with alacrity.Last Sunday was the transition day, and it roared in like few others before or since. For those of you who attended the Aspen Highlands closing-day party, the details may be a bit sketchy, but we’ll try and fill them in for you.Sunday dawned earlier than usual, thanks to the annual changing of the clocks. Spring forward they say, which effectively meant that 9 a.m. was more like 8 a.m. the day before, if that makes any sense. Anyway, we had a half a foot of fresh, wind-driven, midwinterlike snowfall on all four mountains and bright blue beautiful skies overhead. And because it was like 8 a.m. the day before, we had an extra hour before it got even slightly slushy.By noon the midwinter snow had turned to spring corn as the temps rose into the low 50s. Out in Woody Creek the fields suddenly began to turn green, and one could hear the creeks and streams starting to pick up a little momentum as the rivulets started their gravitational flow downvalley. The horses alongside Highway 82 at Watson Divide kicked up their heels in the sunshine, and everyone was grinning ear to ear. And no, it wasn’t the 13,000 bottles of Corona that turned the trick. Though they no doubt had an impact.At 6:30 the sun still hadn’t set, and it was clear that when Highlands and Buttermilk close, the ski season is for all intents and purposes about to be put to bed. Some regard that with sadness, and legitimately so, but it was also clear around the time that the first pitch of the major league baseball season was thrown that evening, it was time to move on.Oh sure, we’ll still get some storms and the ground will once again be white. And there is the opportunity to make turns, fine turns on top of Ajax and Snowmass. But mud season is on the way. The flowers will be blooming soon and just about everyone will be off for the desert, or an island, or a Latin America outpost in the next couple of weeks.Not that there is anything wrong with that.A farewell to winter, especially a winter as good as this one has been, can be cause for melancholy. Unfortunately, all good things must end. But the beauty of living in the Roaring Fork Valley is that each season ends in the beginning of another great season. So get those last turns in, and get ready for spring.It’ll be here before you know it.It’ll be here before you know it.

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