Snow on the mountains
Yesterday’s rain left a skim of snow up on the peaks. This morning an icy wind howled from the north. It was part of blob of unseasonably cold weather sitting on the western half of the country. Thanks, Canada.
Clearly, it was time for me to move on. Both the forecasts and the wind suggested I should go south. So I did. I’m writing this from the Mojave National Preserve where it’s about 2,700 feet lower than Lone Pine and at least ten degrees warmer. I’m happy just about any time I can drive downhill with the wind at my back to a place I don’t need to wear a coat.