Castle Rock Weather: Commitment Issues in Forecast Form

They’re calling for snow tomorrow.

And yeah—we need it. The ground’s dry, the air’s been playing desert, and moisture is basically overdue. So logically, this is a good thing.

But let’s not pretend it doesn’t suck a little.

Because right now? It’s warm. It’s pleasant. It’s “maybe I don’t need a jacket” weather.

And then Friday rolls in like:
“Cool story—here’s 35 degrees, wind, and snow to do it in.”

Classic Castle Rock. The Palmer Divide doesn’t just get weather—it auditions for it.

You almost have to respect the whiplash:
One day you’re thinking about grilling…
Next day you’re wondering where that one glove disappeared to.

Still—bring it on.

We’ll take the moisture. We’ll complain about it. We’ll act surprised like this doesn’t happen every single year.

And by Sunday?
We’ll be back in the sun like nothing ever happened.

Because around here, weather isn’t a season—it’s a personality disorder.