In early March of last year I went on my first ever solo trip and it was to Arizona (whoo!)- which I thought they called the valley of the sun.*

Except it was around 30F and snowing at the Grand Canyon.

(It’s not that I don’t like snow. I just don’t like being cold. If snow was warm, I’d probably be much more inclined to enjoy it. But maybe I’m thinking about sand now. Can we consider sand the opposite of snow? I do like the beach, but I don’t like finding sand days later in undesirable places…)

I somehow was under the impression that I was going to be escaping the lingering winter in D.C. at the time by jetting off to the other side of the country. The locals said they sometimes get one snowstorm a year. Lucky me it just so happened to be that week I was visiting.

So there you go. It does snow in the desert.

Bring a jacket.

 

*Later found out that phrase refers mainly to the Phoenix Metropolitan Area.