Hubby was watching the weather this morning. “It’s supposed to snow in the Rocky’s, up to two feet.”
This led my mind on a tangent, back many years. We had made a road trip with young children to California in late April. Our trip back included driving through Colorado.
We took an extra day, to visit places Hubby remembered from his childhood. A lovely day, so fine in fact, that we purchased some camping essentials to spend the night at a camping area we found.
Hubby purchased a fishing pole and license then headed to a nearby stream for some trout fishing.
The kids and I hiked around the camping area, enjoying the mountains and glimpses of animals.
About noon, the temperature began to drop, and snow began to fall. Late in the afternoon, a ranger came by, advising us to ‘leave, unless you are prepared to stay several days’.
We packed up, not being in a position to do be ‘snowbound’.
The snow followed us past Denver, piling up 6+ inches on slick winding roads, assuring us that leaving was the right decision.
Today, I think back, all because of a weather report.