So, Julie and I left on Saturday to go up north in AZ for the Cemetery Crawl event. There were snow warnings and the event probably should have been postponed, but we went ahead with it under much prodding and against my intuition. We got up to Mayer and stood in the cemetery there with the snow billowing around us and waited for the first contestants. Once they all left, we took off through the heavy snowfall (I've never driven in snow before) and we went up the hills into the heavier snow. At one point, the freeway closed and diverted people to Sedona.
So, we took the back way and stopped for lunch. As we lunched, the snow came down more and more and more. We started up the windy mountain road to go to Flagstaff in the freezing cold snow and I looked at the hillside and thought, "I am not going to do this. I can barely see where I'm going." The snow was coming down very very heavily, we would be climbing windy mountain roads and I have no experience handling these conditions and nowhere to turn off.
I turned around at an overlook and got us down the mountain and when we got down below to find a hotel room, they told us the mountain pass was closed. So, we realized we would have been ascending it as the last people allowed up it. Holy shit!
Okay, so we secured a room in Sedona and watched the blizzard continue for several hours more. I went out and made that snow ghost.
While we were in the cemetery in Mayer, I found some interesting prints in the snow...
(It was so snowy, even the statue had a "snowhawk" snow-mohawk)
Julie and I seem to have adventures everywhere we go and this was no exception. The snow on the Sedona red rock is a rare and amazing sight!