This is what greeted us this morning.
Snow, ice, and fog.
You can tell everyone, including the people who are employed by radio and television, are tired of winter. I drove over nearly 20 miles of iced-over interstate. The only notice our weather received was a mention by the traffic reporter that there was fog in the next community west of here. There was a lot more fog than that. I was grateful to have more that 100 feet of visibility, and even more grateful when I reached the point where there was no more fog--although there was still plenty of ice.
Once I reached the other side of the highest hill between here and Albuquerque, there was nothing to suggest the weather that lay east of the Sandias.
Yes, we're weary of winter--but it was beautiful this morning!