It was 86 degrees here in South Central Montana on Saturday. I spent the first half of the day riding my crotch rocket and the last half scraping and repainting my garage door. And this morning there was a foot of snow to scrape off my truck and van. We're only at 3,000 feet here. Tis a wacky place! But I LOVE it and wouldn't trade it for more temperate places.
P.S. I remember the winter of '90 vividly. It was the middle of December and 65 degrees. It was weird because there were no birds chirping or leaves on the trees, but it was very nice (by our standards). Less than 48 hours later it was 30 below with a windchill of almost 70 below. I got out my ice climing gear and climbed some "drips" that had turned into full-blown frozen water falls in town. Good times...