This July my family and I spent a few days hanging around Moab, UT, soaking up the desert sun and the red rock country that surrounded us. One evening we decided to drive to a viewpoint that overlooked a couple of districts of Canyonlands National Park. We arrived amid clouds, distant lightning and the threat of rain; in the distance, on all sides, we could see the storms dumping rain on the canyons. We spent an hour at the viewpoint, watching the storms roll in, hoping to get a good shot of some of the near constant lightning. Everywhere we looked, it was storming, except right where we were standing. There is nothing on the planet like a good monsoon over the desert canyons, watching lightning fork across the dark sky and deep red rocks, listening to the resounding thunder echo against the cliffs. The smell of rain, carried to us by the updrafts from the canyon floor below, energized us and kept us there longer than we would have stayed had it been hot and sunny. We stayed until sunset, and when we could no longer see the canyons stretched out below us we left. And the storms continued on.
Leave me a comment below and let me know if you've ever had the pleasure of witnessing a storm in the desert (from a safe distance).
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