When it was in the 80s and 90s in March at Slab City, I thought, “Okay, it will be less like summer farther north and/or at higher altitudes. I can leave the desert because it’s spring now, which means balmy weather in most places.”
I’d forgotten that spring in the mountains only means that it’s not cripplingly cold most of the day, that the snow is melting. It doesn’t stop freezing at night until about Memorial Day. I’m in the mountains too early for my tastes. Besides, the weather map shows I’m sitting in the middle of several more days of wet weather. Whine.
Because I’m a spoiled wimp, my tour of northern New Mexico campgrounds will be cut short for now and pushed back a couple of months. I’ll be backtracking a little, like to 5,000 feet instead of 8,000. The mountains will still be here in June. Or July. If they aren’t, then we all have bigger problems.