"Wind seems like it's dying off, but those clouds sure look dark." "What?" Beau questioned, in an alarmed voice. "I said the wind is getting better but those clouds look like they're gonna dump. Over" I said, knowing his next response. "Oh, I couldn't hear you because you didn't say 'Over.' Over." I had a few days to kill, and wanted to go on a trip. Originally, I planned to go somewhere I had never been, but I heard the mountains were gonna see a lot of snow, and I had never been up this time of year. It was the tail end of winter, and I hoped to see some snow. Born and raised in So Cal, I've seen little in my days.