It's one thing to be "caught out" above timberline, surprised by an un-forecasted thunderstorm and lightning after being assured by the weather-guessers that it would be a "fair day" in the mountains. But it's another thing altogether to go "up there" after being forewarned that it would be best to stay home and live to hike another day. These mountains of ours tend to make a mockery out of meteorologists' computer models. The San Juans are as unpredictable as Donald Trump's mouth, both of which tend to make fools out of anyone who tries to put them in a "box." But we went anyway, and took John Q. and Joalenn with us. I'm sure John was recalling one time a couple of years ago when he, Bobbie, and I had to run for our lives down the Bridge of Heaven Trail.
So, to appease the weather gods and weak-kneed among us... and Bobbie, who's mantra is "Never stay home because of "the weather," I woke Petroleous Rex from hibernation cheated our way to the top of Red Mountains via Corkscrew Gulch Road... just in case we needed shelter. Thus, all the clouds and dismal light in this post (sigh).
See what I mean? Thar's just no NEON in them thar hills without old Sol. But even on a bad day, if you've never seen the Red in our Red Mountains, well... they can still be pretty special.
Today we are off to check out the flowers in Spirit Basin. May your day be as pretty :).