Snow in the desert

It just does not happen here, but it did big time.  Snowflakes the size of quarters fell all over the desert.  Last night the gang was going to a pizza place to honor Cupcakes service before she leaves to work at the Grand Canyon.  Mrs. Kadizzle became very concerned as we drove past the parking lot where people head up to the Arizona Trail.  A hiker she met earlier in the day had his car parked there.  That meant he was still up on the mountain somewhere. The sun was down and the day was just about over. It was not a good time to be on the mountain with the temperature at freezing and an unusual snow storm. Kadizzle felt confident the man would be down soon and no rescue would be needed.  As we ate pizza the women became very concerned about the hiker.  Kadizzle said no problem.  Mrs. Kadizzle called our Forest Service boss Red Chief.   Red Chief thought Mrs. Kadizzle was over reacting about the hiker, but he went and checked on the parking lot.  The white Jeep was gone, so the hiker made it back.  The roads were treacherous and of course the locals who never see snow were in a deep panic.  Here we sit with a couple inches of snow everywhere.  The fun part will come with all this melts and the lake comes up, the water falls are turned on, and the sun returns.