The White, Cold Heart of January

A snowy view from the second floor of my house. Photo by me, January 2025.

It was only supposed to be flurries here and it mostly was for over three hours, but the atmosphere was so dry that it became a high ratio snow and it gushed. At the three in the afternoon the snowfall began it was twenty-three degrees with a dewpoint of twelve and those were unusual circumstances to produce snow around here. A typical snow here is one with a high moisture content, produces big and fat flakes, is sloppy, heavy and occurs under conditions with temperatures in the low thirties and dewpoints in the upper twenties to low thirties. Yesterday, the conditions were different with an Arctic airmass in place and the snow was dry and productive. It has been a few years since a snow of this type occurred here and when it does, it creates havoc with quick accumulations that land on roadways turning them quickly into sheets of hard ice.

Photo by me, January 2025.

Photo by me, January 2025.

The storm's arrival at rush hour stranded people on the untreated roads over the hilly terrain of this area. Cars unable to climb these icy hills  were abandoned and if people were close enough to home they walked the remainder of the way. I observed many stunned and bone chilled cold people on foot coming up my hill from the river on a road that has no sidewalks, but plenty of curves.

 

 

If you are a native to northern Georgia, like I am, then you will remember the similar scenario that occurred on January 12, 1982 and it was called SnowJam! I was a couple of months shy of turning nine, but that was a fun storm as a kid and a horror show for adults. In some ways, it is reassuring to think that as much as life has changed in those forty-three years, that we Georgians make getting stuck in the snow a memorable adventure.

Photo by me, January 2025.

Photo by me, January 2025.

 

This was a minor snow here, amounting to an inch, that was a big headache for some. So far this winter, there have been five inches of snow here and within a short period of only eleven days between two storms in the white, cold heart of January. This is above average and compared to the two previous winters there was no snow, not even a flurry.

The cold has been exceptional too. This morning it was eleven degrees here and three degrees above zero in the mountain valley town of Blairsville. The U.S. Forest service stations at Cohutta dropped to six degrees and the one at Brasstown (not to be confused with the state's highest peak, Brasstown Bald) achieved four degrees. The temperature was below freezing here from 6PM Sunday to 1PM Wednesday for a total of sixty-seven straight hours. We reached a high this afternoon of thirty-four for only a couple of hours.

The U.S. snow depth map for January 22, 2025. Courtesy NOAA.

Aside from the cold, the most impressive aspect from a regional perspective was the record breaking snow from the southern tip of Texas, along the Gulf Coast and South Atlantic Coast. For most in the coastal areas this truly was a once in a lifetime storm and in some places it was record shattering.

Today's visible satellite imagery showing the snowfall through southern Alabama, northern Florida, Georgia and South Carolina.

New Orleans received over nine inches breaking a record from 1963 by seven inches.

Mobile, Alabama saw eight inches.

Snow meets beach on the Florida Gulf Coast.

Pensacola Beach, Florida had seven and a half inches.

The small southwest Georgia town of Camilla accumulated eight inches.

Milton, Florida broke the state record for the most snow ever with 8.8 inches.

Savannah reported three inches of snow, but I suspect most of it was probably sleet.

This was a rare storm in that areas further to the south saw more snow than areas of the region to the north. Atlanta's record was not so impressive as it snows there more often than the other places listed. Atlanta broke the daily record  for January 21st from 1983 with 1.1 inches. I was ten at the time and do not have any particular memories of that snow, which was probably more where I lived in the northwest part of the state. We may have called that SnowJam 83! as every snowstorm after 1982 for several years was called SnowJam!

The New Orleans Flu

Thanks to Julie, my news anchor, friend and travel companion for this awesome photo of me on Bourbon Street. September 2003.

 

I've got what I am calling the New Orleans Flu. I caught the flu in New Orleans on my last day there and I've brought it back with me. It's been nasty and uncomfortable. It was enough for me to take a sick day from the office tonight. I rarely call in sick, but I knew I would probably just spread the New Orleans Flu to even more of Atlanta if I ventured into the office.

Granted the extra time I have been able to complete my new section about my trip to New Orleans. You can find it here (sorry dead link now). I put a lot of effort into writing about my three days. Also there are tons of photos that I took in New Orleans. Even though it was work to do it I enjoyed putting all of my pics and thoughts on New Orleans together for the site. I hope that you enjoy it too.

Other than working on the site I am reading a new book. I picked up Bangkok 8 by John Burdett at the airport in New Orleans. It's about the murder of a U.S. Marine in Bangkok and the investigation and mystery that accompanies it. So far it has been entertaining. I know what yaa baa is now.

Tomorrow it is back to my regular life.

Reporting Back From New Orleans

The entrance to our bed and breakfast. Photo by me, September 2003.

 

I'm back from New Orleans! 

 

There are so many stories to tell. It was a great trip staying at a bed and breakfast on St. Charles Avenue in the Garden District. I met up with my friend Julie from Houston. She is a news anchor for one of my stations from the network, a dear friend and a good travel companion. This was our first time meeting off the air and in person in the three years we have worked together.

When I landed at the airport it was like entering a new world when I first heard a Cajun accent going to claim my bags. I traveled in style for once, it was a treat for myself to rent a limo at the airport for the first time in my life and have it all to myself on the way into the city - I deserved it, this has been a long and challenging year at the network in which I worked three months straight without a day off. I have never been one to splurge while traveling, but I earned it.

The French Quarter in the daylight. Photo by me, September 2003.

 

From sitting on the patio at the bed and breakfast having conversations under the palms, watching the street cars, catching cabs to the French Quarter, wandering around being shutter bugs, the delicious food, dancing at Parade, drinking at Cafe Lafite in Exile and then walking the dark streets alone all the way back to the Garden District just before sunrise - such mischief was had.

 

The Belfort Mansion from the Real World series. Photo by me, September 2003.

Both of us were big fans of the MTV Real World New Orleans season (my favorite season) and the Belfort Mansion where it was filmed was very near where we stayed on St. Charles. We went there of course.

I adore New Orleans. It is  an amazing city. I've yet to experience any place like it. I'd love to go back and hopefully I will. I encountered a guy claiming to be a vampire down a side street off Bourbon and there were other unusual experiences.

That's Julie behind me. Photo by me, September 2003.

I have hardly slept for three days and I did catch the flu when I was there so I'm a little under the weather. But even with the flu and a few hangovers I still had a great time.