When you think of the desert in late spring/early summer you usually think of blistering heat and no water. Alisha and I found the exact opposite on our trip to the Grand Canyon this May, and we were shocked at our first night in the National Park. It snowed. Seriously. Like, the little frozen white flakes that fall from the sky. We hadn't even been in the park for a minute before white flecks started covering the windsheild of the car, and when we got to the first overlook, our first view of the canyon, and got out while wearing the shorts and tank tops that had gotten us through our hike in Zion National Park that morning we both started shivering immediately. With the temperature around freezing and the windchill even colder, neither of us were prepared for the winter-like conditions we encountered on the rim. We didn't linger long at the first overlook, just long enough to snap a few pictures of the Grand Canyon on our first night in the park and see the river so many thousands of feet below us, before we all but ran back to the car and cranked the heat up. Temperatures between the rim and the inner canyon can differ as much as twenty degrees, and we knew that we would be warmer once we got into the canyon on our four day backpacking trip. I don't know about Alisha, but I couldn't wait for the heat.
Leave me a comment below and tell me about a time you experienced weather you weren't prepared for. Where were you? What happened?
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