I’m in the mountains of Western North Carolina, at about 2200’ (670 m.) altitude. My city is in sort of a bowl-shaped depression, surrounded by much higher mountains - one reason we were so hammered by flooding by Helene a year ago, pouring down off the heights. As a result, we live in a rain shadow, because the surrounding mountains catch most of the rain coming from any direction (so again, the flooding.) My county is the driest in NC, and Lake Toxaway, 45 miles to the SW, is the wettest spot in NC.
When we first moved here 12 years ago, we reliably had 3-4 snows per winter, generally one heavy enough to nope out of driving into work. We rarely have snow any more, but we’re starting to get winter rains. 35° (1-2°) and rain, ugh. Lows are generally in the mid-upper 20’s (-4 to -2°) during the nighttime, occasionally down into the teens, and 30’s-40’s during the days, except when we have a freak warm spell and I have to go out and yell at the forsythia to hold up, it’s not spring.
I guess it’s like the Facebook status: it’s complicated.