By Mike Alumbaugh
I was on my way over to unlock a house for a pest inspector a little before 8 a.m. Saturday morning. As I drove up Wilson Boulevard I was still half a sleep I think. It was cold out, another gray and gloomy February morning.
I was thinking of a local newspaper feature writer who called me a few weeks ago. He was trying to put together a story that featured El Dorado Hills, valley fog and how most of the time we seem to be sitting just above it all. Sacramento had been socked in for days when he called. I told him that I had driven our little one to Rolling Hills that very morning with my sunglasses on!
He tried to focus on his article. He went on to ask how we real estate types use this to our advantage in marketing properties at this time of year. Sadly, I told him, other than a mention in MLS regarding location relative to some mysterious “snow line,” I told him I didn’t. He seemed disappointed. I said it frequently comes up in “individual discussions” with buyers, but not in my general marketing plans.
This morning I was wondering where all those bright and sunny mornings had disappeared to lately. By now I’m almost at the top of the hill — remember Wilson Boulevard and the pest inspector? I stopped at the three-way intersection where Wilson and Ridgeview meet. Checking for traffic in all directions is a habit … even if there isn’t a third direction, this time to my left. I realized this just in time and attempted to stop the swivel motion I was initiating back to my left. Another quick glance around — not for traffic — to see if anyone was around to see me looking left over the hillside and down the nearly vertical embankment for crossing traffic. There was none by the way. I’m of the opinion it was as much due to the hour and the cold as it was the fact there isn’t a road there!
I proceeded on over the top of the ridge and down the backside of Wilson toward my destination and early morning rendezvous with the inspector. Then I realized I had seen something when I almost looked left. It was brighter than normal over there on the eastern horizon. It was white across the hills. It was SNOW! Who knew?
All of a sudden it was clear to me. The mysterious snow line that we all live above or below was now clearly painted right there in front of me. From my vantage point it appeared to run right down the middle of Bass Lake Road. In spite of being drawn toward this sight I couldn’t investigate further. I had a pest inspector to meet — at 8 a.m. on a cold and gray Saturday morning. Only now it didn’t feel so cold and gray anymore. There was an excitement about the unexpected suddenly making an appearance in our “neck of the woods!”
I hope you and your family got the chance to get out and enjoy this friendly visit from Mother Nature. Don’t we live in a cool place or what?