In the past four days, I've logged 900 road-miles (about half driving myself, half carpooling) in conditions including high wind and blowing snow, drizzle, pouring rain, wet snow so heavy it impaired visibility, and balmy springlike temperatures.
That's spring--or almost spring--in the Rockies.
This particular road-trip took me to Casper, Wyoming, an 8.5 hour drive each way for me, and a 4-plus-hour drive for my traveling companions, renowned plantswoman and garden author Lauren Springer Ogden and passionate wildscaper Connie Holsinger, whose Terra Foundation funds the Be a Habitat Hero project.
At Habitat Hero, we say we're a small staff with a big dream: restoring a network of habitat in yards and neighborhoods throughout the Rocky Mountain region to sustain songbirds and pollinators.
Our mission this trip: teach a two-hour Wildscape 101 workshop to an audience brought together by the Natrona County Office of the University of Wyoming Extension, and Audubon Rockies.
The workshop attracted some 85 attendees, including a whole class of trainees for the Master Gardener program. The group was attentive and interested, had great questions, and lined up to buy books and chat afterwards.
We shared lunch with Natrona County Extension Horticulturist (and Habitat Hero Awardee) Donna Cuin and the Master Gardener trainees before hitting the long road home.
And was it a long road--both ways. I had imagined a two-day trip: Leave Salida on Friday morning, drive 3.5 hours to Connie's house east of Boulder and ride with Connie to pick up Lauren in Fort Collins. From there, the three of us would carpool north to Casper. We'd teach the workshop Saturday morning and then do the drive in reverse, with me arriving home that night.
Only my solo leg of the drive goes over three mountain passes, all higher than 10,000 feet elevation, and across the windswept expanses of South Park. On Wednesday night, the Weather Service predicted high winds and blizzard conditions for South Park on Friday.
So I left Thursday afternoon, figuring I'd reach Denver ahead of the storm. I didn't quite make it across South Park before the wind and snow, but I did make it to Denver that night.
Friday morning dawned drizzly, turned to showers and then to heavy, wet snow. When Connie and I reached Fort Collins, we switched to Lauren's 4-wd Honda.
On the long drive north through eastern Wyoming's wide-open shortgrass prairie and breaks with their fringes of juniper and ponderosa forest, the snow gradually lessened and the temperature rose (go figure!). By the time we reached Casper Friday evening, the clouds were receding.
Saturday dawned sunny and calm. When we left the Natrona County Fairgrounds that afternoon, it felt like spring--in Wyoming (the snow was melting into puddles).
By the time we reached Fort Collins and Lauren's house late in the afternoon, it was so balmy that she gave us a quick tour of her gardens.
My plan to head on home that night lasted until I checked the road report: high wind and blowing snow in South Park. It would be dark by the time I got to that stretch or road. Not good.
So I stayed the night. By the time I topped Kenosha Pass and dropped into South Park this morning, the wind had quit and the sun had mostly dried the pavement. A foot of new snow blanketed the high country; my car thermometer read 8 degrees F.
At home though (3,000 feet elevation lower), it was 55 degrees and sunny. After I unpacked the car, I put in a few hours on own habitat restoration project: spreading more wildflower and native grass seed in my dirt yard, newly watered by yesterday's wet snow.
I'm eager to return this last piece of the abandoned industrial property Richard and I bought almost 17 years ago to health. It's a symbol of my life in a way. The process takes time, patience and faith, but eventually, we'll both bloom again.