It's been raining off and on for a couple days now in Los Angeles. Finally. It's been so dry here. This time of year is our rainy season, and not getting a drop in January was scary.
Our weather has been fair, if not pretty warm, for this time of year. We're usually chilly, but not cold. We've had too many high 70s and low 80s days, coupled with no rain.
My only glimpse at the polar vortex was a few days in Denver/Colorado Springs at the beginning of the month. Stepped on the plane at 70F in LA and stepped off at -11F in Denver. I haven't been in cold that severe... in... maybe never.
The odd thing was, it didn't feel that bad for the first minute or two. I was grabbing a rental car and was browsing my choices on the lot when the timer for my body's tolerance hit zero and I scrambled into the nearest Charger.
Later that night a group of us walked two blocks down to Tejon in Colorado Springs to get a bite to eat. The cold was intense. I didn't hate it... Especially knowing I'd be leaving in four days and I wouldn't have to see the snow turn into muddy slush and ice chunks that would still be lingering long into the spring.
The one thing I heard over and over again: This just never happens... The area couldn't handle that intense amount of snow and cold they saw this year, and it hasn't gotten any better in the weeks since. The weekend I left, flights out of COS were delayed due to freezing fog for multiple days. I had a friend stuck in Colorado Springs for three additional days until he could finally get out. It was a mess.