From 96 to 26

We left Page, the Antelope Canyon and Lake Powell behind and headed up north on 89. We have only 150 miles to go towards Bryce Canyon and our next stop.  Along the way I took a lot of pictures. Again, this land is so big, around every corner (or so it seems) is a different landscape, the mountain colors change from red to almost white, and back to a much deeper red as we come closer to our base. Utah is green, very green.

The clouds are moving in

We saw some dark clouds ahead of us and sure enough, at some point it started to rain. Approximately 30 miles before our base, (right at the entrance of Bryce Canyon), I can’t believe my eyes. I cry out: It’s freaking snowing.  Nah, says Rupert. I say, darn, don’t you see, the rain turned into snow flakes. Well, took him a sec to “see”. OK, we were at 7000 feet, but so what. We have been over 8000 feet and it did not snow. Then the little watery flakes turned into real snow flakes, big and fat snow flakes. It accumulated on the windshield, even though the heater in the truck was blowing full blast.

At some point Rupert had to go out and scrape the snow of the windshield as it was piling higher, obscuring the view. All that in shorts and a t-shirt!! When we left this morning it was summer, now it's WINTER.

Look at his devilish grin - he is having fun

And I thought to myself: only thing left if it would hail. Sure enough. It hailed. Not big hail corns, but little ones. But in such masses that it covered the road in no time. Hell, this is no fun anymore.

I grew at least a ½ a foot in my seat, all stiff and with a "death grip" holding on to the sides. We were dragging a bunch of cars behind us. Rupert, nice guy as he is, pulled over to let them pass. Oh man was I swearing as we slithered to a halt. That’s it, no more Mr. Nice Guy. Let them stay behind. Guess that was a wake up call for Rupert as well and we went on without stopping any more. 

At check in (after they laughed at this fool in shorts) we were told to not hook up the water, as it will get down to 26 degrees tonight. Bleeping cold, that’s what it is. 70 degrees in  temperature change, from on day to another? Darn.

There is no such thing as bad weather - just wrong clothing

We’ve set up camp and carried Dicker from the truck into the camper as it was still snowing. I have never seen his eyes being that huge. Now is is cuddled up on the couch and maybe dreaming of chasing mice in the white wilderness. Who knows ?

Yesterday, at the Mexican place we have met a German couple. They have booked a Tipi at the same Campground. Well, all the Tipies are deserted. Guess they have opted for a room with heat.

Maybe we will see them at the Western-Dinner-Show. We intend on having fun.

Ta-ta