Flagstaff, Arizona; where the weather's made up and the seasons don't matter.
Would you believe me if I told you that only a few weeks ago, I was playing soccer barefoot outside?
Well it's true, and I had a broken toenail picture to prove it (but I won't post that here, no one needs that mental image). The weather in Flag had gotten so nice, people were proclaiming something about global warming and the end of the world. For me, it just seemed like a good excuse to do minimal homework and maximum fun. Kayleen and I ended up taking a Saturday to go hiking and it was a day well spent.
While the weather was absolutely beautiful, I did kind of missed the idea of winter. I thought it would be fun for once to go snowboarding with snow that didn't have to be pre-made. Looks like I got what I wished for. Two weeks ago, we were hit with a storm that gave us a foot in a day.
No complaints on my end.
Unfortunately, midterms got in the way, and I didn't get to enjoy the snow as much as I would have wanted. In any case, the snow didn't last too long and we're now looking at spring showers.
Yeah, Flagstaff is weird.
Now, that I think about it, I don't really know why I felt the need to write about the weather of northern Arizona. I guess, if anyone is wanting to move here, consider yourself warned.
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