I moved to Taos to experience actual seasons; and the western slopes of the Sangre de Cristos gave me exactly what I asked for. When the temperatures outside my tiny mountain chalet plummeted to 7 degrees the night before Halloween, we knew it too.
Even the locals, referred to as Taoseños, have remarked on the great quantity of snow we received this past season. It was certainly more snow than I had seen in a single winter in my first 37 years. I definitely was not disappointed.