When we moved our winter home from Northern California to Nevada on the eastern edge of the Mojave Desert, we presumed we'd experience warmish, dry winters. Mostly that has been the case, but not entirely.
Tuesday we had a rainstorm that coincided with a trip we had to take to St. George for an appointment, some shopping, and dinner. On the way home in the early evening we drove the I-15 canyon of the Virgin River in a blizzard with traffic going maybe 45 mph. The other DrC has daytime photos at her blog.
Today we were running errands here around town and the mountains across the valley were still white with the snow that fell on Tuesday. Picturesque as anything, but not warm.
I'm not complaining, our little snowbird geezerville is full of semi-affluent retirees living in new or nearly new homes. As long as we don't have to spend the 115℉ summers here I'll like it a lot.
