When we lived in Conway, near Orlando International Airport, the noise of the jets landing and taking off was ever present except on the week of 9/11/2001. Within a few weeks of buying our house, we replaced the old "contractor-grade" windows with double-paned sliders and regained peace and quiet.
Here in Mammoth Lakes, the change of seasons sounds like a dozen jets landing at OIA. In our sheltered hollow on the leeward side of the mountain, the pine trees don't move, but you can hear the wind screaming down the valley below where the Eagle Lodge sits at the end of Meridian Road.
I believe that I'll have pictures of the first snow of the year to post tomorrow! I just watched the first cloud of snow flurries dumping past the window...cast off from the wind whipping down the valley below.
Time to wax the skis and snowboard, and make some hot chocolate!
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