7 thoughts on “Finally, Some Relief for the East Coast”


  1. It is interesting/amusing to listen to many people try to explain away the weather as though it is nothing but a fluke.

    I have heard many people saying things like “Well, we’re only tying records set during the 1930s. . .” Sure, but have they not been noticing the trend of the past ten to twenty years?

    Anecdotally: I have lived in Southern Ontario for six years now. The weather these past six years has been all over the map. We had a record blizzard in December 2010 and little snow last winter. Every other year we seem to either have a drought or near-drought conditions followed by a year of record rainfall. I have talked with people who have lived here all of their lives and they will admit that the last six to ten years has upset every pattern they’ve become accustomed to after a lifetime of season-watching.


    1. Regarding your anecdote: grew up in South-western Ontario, worked outside and became proficient at reading the weather, traveled and moved and lived elsewhere, returned decades later, and noticed that the weather patterns had shifted in both frequency (timing) and amplitude (extremes of highs and lows, wet and dry, warm and cold). The differences are dramatic in how regularly the ‘irregular’ now occurs.


      1. I am struck by what I’ve seen here in only six years. What I am wondering is will this winter be like the last? The pattern we are in now with the high pressure ridge and the far northern swing of the jet stream is what we sat under all of last winter.

        I’m from Maryland and when I visit I see how the climate has warmed substantially since I was a child. The growing season is longer, winter is short and the summer heat keeps intensifying.


    2. Yep, difficult for people to realize a trend, from experience. They will point to one event in the past, without regard to the trend.

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