I'm writing a bi-monthly column for NewWest: The Voice of the Rocky Mountains -- think Slate for the Rocky Mountain West.
My first column is titled: A California Softie Meets Boulder. Here it is:
The weather is the ultimate common denominator in a population. It
follows, then, that Boulder’s cold, snowy welcome to me has been the
subject of at least a dozen conversations I’ve had with locals since
moving here two weeks ago from San Francisco.
There are several angles to these conversations. Most important
there is disagreement among the locals over how long, exactly, it’s
been since this town has seen so much cold and so much snow. If you
feel the urge to wager a guess (3 years? 9 years? A lifetime?), go
right ahead: a conversation among "locals" is maximally inclusive,
since Colorado seems so short on bona fide natives that, in a year, I
could probably legitimately call myself an old-timer.
This is because flocks of transplants from the Bay Area and New York
migrate to Boulder in search of mountains, clean air, good schools, and
– let’s face it, the factor which trumps all – a lower cost-of-living.
The Economist recently reported that five million Californians now live outside the state, many in the Rocky Mountain West.
These non-natives have a seat at the weather table. They speak in
unison: Good weather does not doesn’t involve heavy snow, ice, and
sub-zero temperatures. Like the good activists they are, they seem to
have beamed these anti-winter sentiments into the offices of the local
newspaper, the Daily Camera, which last week somewhat neutrally asked, “Are People Living in Colorado Becoming Soft on Snow?”
Soft, you see, is not as much insult as genuine descriptor, and a
complex one at that. It is a term reserved for Californians like myself
who shudder at the thought at not being able to walk five blocks to
pick up the Sunday paper without several layers of clothing. It is also
a term deeper than intellectual flailing. I have, after all, made good
mental progress in comprehending the reality around me. Having been
here for two weeks, I can answer many of the questions my soft soul
murmured upon arrival: What is "snowdrift"? What is real windshield
wiper fluid? How do I scrape the ice off my windshield? But, I still
feel unable to emotionally embrace the snow as useful or good. Rather,
I imagine I’ve been transported into a Christmas movie, or trapped in a
snow globe. Hence, I’m soft (or maybe just sane!).
Fortunately, Boulderites are friendly folk, and there seems to be a
direct correlation between their chipper personality streak and the
awfulness of the weather. (They probably feel bad for this short-term
resident.) I have talked with many Boulderites – strangers or friends
of friends – in a variety of local joints, and without exception, the
overall sense of happiness is sky high notwithstanding the outdoor
conditions.
It is quite easy to locate and then bask in the carefree chitchat of
the warm indoors. After all, everything you’d want to do is within a 10
block radius of the Pearl Street Mall. When I first arrived and
scheduled meetings at various offices in Boulder, I remarked several
times to my companions, “We’re really close to each other!” Then I
realized that Boulder is a small town, and everybody is close to
everybody else. Whereas I could easily get lost in San Francisco, I
can’t imagine ever truly losing my way in Boulder. Why or how there is
such a thing as “North Boulder” and “South Boulder” is beyond me – the
town should embrace its size, not yearn for the punch of a big city.
It is its size, in the end, which allows the community to transcend
a spell of bad weather. Whereas I can imagine a city such as Chicago
hunkers down in the depths of an unusually treacherous winter, a city
like Boulder seems to awaken, precisely because its close quarters
promote an osmosis of positive thinking: We’re going to get through
this together, and have a great day!
It’s a testament to the DNA of the city that Boulder has
accommodated a couple months of intense wind and snow in high spirits.
It has even accommodated California softies like me.
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