For those who have never been to Moses Lake, we're in a sagebrush desert here. The elevation is fairly low, only about a thousand feet. And it's just short of April. This is when the fish should be biting, the trees should be flowering, and I should be looking longingly at the motorcycle dealership.
So what happens?
It's snowing. It's bloody snowing.
Somebody up there has an inscrutable sense of humor.
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