We’ve been pretty lucky to have avoided “the big one” in our 6 winters on Cape Cod. We can count the number of snowfalls over 6 inches (with none over a foot) on 1 hand. Even so, the mere threat of snow, accompanied by raw, bone-chilling winds, always has us daydreaming about margaritas in Baja.
“Soon, grasshopper. Soon.”
Dreams of Pescadero 