Never discouraged by a little weather, we headed out to the mesa the morning after the snowstorm.
Everything was blue and white. Serene. Peacefully frozen, for just a moment.
By the time we reached the mesa and found a passable road into the sage, the snow had disappeared and the wind picked up. My husband, the dogs, and I hiked across the sage flats, watched the next storm build, and found "Stormy", my newest little mesa-dwelling friend.
As I walked, low, dark clouds rolled in on the west side of the mesa. I stood in awe, felt the storm inch closer. The wind shifted. Snowflakes began to fall. Stormy and I made our way back to the truck, down the road, and off the mesa.
To be continued....