As we drove toward Flagstaff, Arizona, on the morning of June 14, I noticed some white on a mountain top ahead of us. Could that possibly be snow? Two days earlier we had been driving across Oklahoma and Texas and the temperature outside had been 102°. That white must be some kind of fence or building.
I kept my eye on the mountain as we drove, and quite frankly I kept changing my mind. “That is definitely snow!” “That can’t be snow.” My Beautiful Bride, the snow expert in the family, was busy on her laptop, so I didn’t say anything.
After another twenty miles or so, I finally told Betsy that I thought there was snow on top of the mountain ahead of us. Of course, she thought I was out of my mind, but when she looked up, she, too, thought it was snow. So, as any blogger would do, I pulled to the side of the road to get the picture above. So what do you think, snow or no snow?
When we got off the interstate and headed north, we got a little closer to the mountain. That is definitely snow!
Betsy was definitely excited now. When we were north of Flagstaff, we could look back at several peaks which still had a snow cover. It was hard to believe we were looking at snow while driving across what the map said was desert.