After a season of longing for an NAO, and watching everything bury NNE during a year that I thought would be epic, the grande finale consisted of the rug getting pulled out from under me in the other direction.
20 year anniversary! I did fine in Wilmington with like 20" after a brief start as sleet and rain, but it was orgasmic at my present locale....like 30".
March 1984.
My first weather memory....I watched the distinct transition from sheets of rain to cat paws flash across the neighborhood at a very deliberate pace during the PM, then I awoke the next morning to about a foot of spring concrete.
I was hooked-