I awoke this morning to about 3" of snow at the house at 5,000 feet. There was barely a dusting on the valley floor at 4,100 (and gone by the time I drove through), but 10-14" fell in the mountains. It sure was sweet this morning having to clean off the truck, but even sweeter to look up at 11,000-something-foot Twin Peaks to see the wisps of snow blowing off the ridgeline in the northwesterly winds behind the cold front, completely backlit by the rising sun. (too distant to effectively photograph with a PhD camera)