Snow fell here Monday, at last. Good, we need it. Weâve been parched, withered, absolutely drought-saturated. At this point, we would ve even settled for a nice dusting of graupel, anything for some moisture.
But â and I feel sheepishly guilty even mentioning this â one upside of the dry November and December in Flagstaff was that the trails higher on the mountain had mostly been easy to traverse, sans snowshoes or even Kahtoola spikes.
So it was that, on Christmas Eve morning, I had the unusual pleasure of running one of my favorite short loops one last time before (presumably) the onset of winter makes navigating the path (and the forest road leading to it) inaccessible until spring.