I remember, as a kid back in the '60’s, snow in Modesto CA. Like, the Big Valley, where snow never happens. It was all fine, and just fun.
Nowadays, whenever nature goes “out of bounds” from a narrow idea of average, it’s a crisis. But to me, from a historical point of view, the “average” can embrace some pretty severe stuff.
Anyone know about the California flooding of 1862? The big valley flooded so badly that they could run paddlewheel steamboats cross-country, because no one could see where the rivers were. That’s why they raised the city of Sacramento up a whole floor, at great expense.
