A desert springtime tradition

Hiking out of Upper Salt Creek, I'd already made up my mind to head back home. After three weeks in southern Utah, all the spectacular scenery was starting to run together. I stopped for the night outside of Ferron, Utah. The rain on the trailer roof woke me up about 4am, but it was quiet again by 5:30 or so.

Last year I had two springtime desert trips that ended in snowstorms. It seems that the tradition continues.

It rained steadily, sometimes hard, all the way north to Brigham City. From Price to Soldier Summit it was snowing huge fat snowflakes and trying to get slushy-slick on the highway. I don't know if they were having the same weather further south in Canyonlands, but I was glad to be out of there.