The temperatures back up to 70 again and there's no trace of the snow, that's the way it is in Colorado in the fall. It can be the most beautiful, warm, sunny day, you've ever seen. And the next day its 25 degrees and snowing. I think that's one of the things I like about Fall in Colorado, it's not boring.
I don't mind cold weather or snow as long as it doesn't last too long. It's really January and February in the Colorado mountains that's so miserable, actually March isn't all that great either. It just gets unbearably cold and snowy and it stays that way until spring. That's really the reason I have to get out of town in the winter.
I'm still mostly cleaning up and straightening up to get ready for the trip south, even though it's not really a trip. To me a trip is something you do for the sole purpose of getting someplace. But the way I live I'm always going someplace. I may stay someplace overnight, or I may stay someplace for a couple of months, but I'm always heading someplace else.
I'm not sure what word I should use when I'm going to another place. Calling it a trip sounds like I'm going to drive for 800 miles and arrive in Phoenix in two days instead of what I really do, which is drive for a little while, stop for a night, or a week, and arrive somewhere in southern Arizona in a couple of weeks, or maybe in a couple of months depending on how much I like where I'm at when I wake up in the morning.
I guess you could say that I'm always traveling, I just stop at some places longer than others. I suppose that's what makes me different than a snowbird that goes from one destination to another. I don't really have a destination, I have an area of the country I'm heading for but no real destination, and no particular time to be there.
Sometimes when I see a wandering bum pushing a grocery cart down the sidewalk with all of his meager possessions in it I think about how him and I are about the same, the only difference is I have too much junk to fit in a grocery cart.