Forecast last night was for snow after rain. Sometime during the night I heard the rain on the roof. (Again, the bike is covered ahead) fell back to sleep. About day break I looked out the windshield and perceived about 4″ of snow stacked on the windshield. That explains why night sounds were quiet after the rain. Wet snow fell while I rigged for travel. I figured exiting the campspot and the desert dirt road would be drive-able as in not soft and sticky. It was so. I had so much snow on my solar panel that sun energy could not penetrate. Also, the melting snow found a leak around the sky light. I discovered that cold wet spot on the second bare foot step from my bed. Long walk from the head of my bed to the dinning room / living room / study / driver’s seat; just under 12 feet. Go to your room.
March’s departure left an April lion in this snow storm. I drove into uptown Sedona to meet Danny for traditional bfast @ Wildflower. The traffic squished away the melting snow. Snow, and lots of it. After bfast I drove down to BnB for usual banter. Trails are way to wet to ride. Crowd was collection of regulars. Jimmy found the Yanks / Boston baseball game then shared it w/ us on the big screen. Still snowing.
Drove back to west sedona. I donated the sleeping bag I used several times while sleeping on the floor b4 camping @ Danny’s. Bought 6 pack of New Belgium 1554 beer. Then drove back out to Deer pass rd where I have been staying while uptown. The road in showed muddy boggy spots that weren’t there on the way out and i avoided on the way back in. All the fallen snow is melted leaving the ground looking damp. Probably too wet to support a car. Scored same place as last night. Damn van is just holding my preferred spot. Shortly b4 sundown another snow squall blew in dumping grauppel. Temp is 36 outside. Have the heat on inside, nice and comfy.
Suspect the trails will be too wet to ride tomorrow under clear skies, temp mid 50s.
New issue of Bike has a multipage story w/ pics taken by Anne from Hot Tomato pizza in Fruita. She scored on her effort. Funny, the mag itself named hers and Jans restaurant the official pizza house. Haven’t thought about travel plans to know if I might visit them