Snow In August

Here in northeast Kansas this week, we’ve been having a heatwave. The heat index Monday was 119 degrees, and yesterday we had a cold snap where the heat index plummeted to 104 degreees. In an attempt to feel cooler, I’ve been thinking about last December when Harland and I took a road trip to Arizona and Utah.

We visited the Grand Canyon, and stayed there for a couple days. One morning we awoke to find it was snowing, and so we went out to the canyon rim early. No other tourists – just us and the canyon. The snow stopped, and the sun broke through the clouds.

The next morning found us at Bryce Canyon in Utah. We wanted pics of sunrise, so we got there in the dark. It was 20 degrees, snowing, and the wind blowing about 30 miles per hour. As the sun rose, it stopped snowing.

Another couple days later we were at Arches National Park in Utah where we hiked up a trail to view Delicate Arch at sunset. I use the term “hike” loosely. The trail was only 1.5 miles, but the elevation is nearly 5000 feet, and for flatlanders like us, it was more like a death march. Many times I stopped and bent over with my hands on my knees gasping for breath. I told Harland to go ahead without me, and asked that he just bury my body on his way back. He insisted I keep going, and encouraged me with promises of the wonderful view at the end of the trail.

And he was right.

Thinking about our trip, and looking at the pictures again, has made me feel cooler. If you’re in the middle of a heatwave, as I know many of you are, I hope this makes your day a little more bearable.

Up next: Horses in western Nebraska. Giddyup.

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