Pics remind me of a winter storm here in SoCal - yes, SoCal - when I was about 13.
My parents had recently purchased a weekend place in our local mountains and we headed up there for Easter vacation. My stepdad and I were working outside on Saturday and I noticed one little cloud in an otherwise clear blue sky and jokingly said something about how great it would be if we got some snow. The weather was cool but certainly not cold at the time.
The next morning we were sitting in church and it started to snow. I heard some of the other kids say they never had a nice Easter since weather always got in the way. Easter was still a week away.
Well, as soon as we got back to the cabin it started to snow harder. We were the only ones on our street. It snowed continuously from Sunday morning through most of the day Wednesday. When it finally stopped we had four feet of snow.
We'd brought food with us but ran out of bread, milk and other stuff on Thursday so walked the four miles down to the nearest store in Crestline. Thank goodness someone stopped as we were walking back uphill to the cabin and gave us a ride. Our street didn't get plowed until late Friday so we did have to make the hike back in through the deep snow for about half a mile.
Back then as a young teenager that had been raised in SoCal I thought it was a great time.