You’re probably 80 years old, or close if you remember what some consider Idaho’s worst winter. My experience has been that long-range projections aren’t worth much. In December of 2016, I was driving some days with windows down. January came, with heavy snow and bone-chilling temperatures. Some mornings, I left for work when the thermometer was below zero and by double digits. On one of those mornings, I could hear a pack of coyotes howling and thought even the wild animals were cold.