|View from window.
|Snow obstructing window view.
Now while there can be a variety of snow sports out here, (and lucrative if businesses would take advantage of the season) that also means that visitors to the area should do research and take precautions. You cannot go willy-nilly up into the Abajos, especially if you're unfamiliar with them, and wonder why "Search and Rescue" is now out looking to rescue your sorry butt. A good example of this is the backpackers who needed to be rescued the very weekend of our first snowfall.
It did warm up a bit over the week, sunny and clear skies predicted for Thanksgiving; and this is where the strangeness of our weather grabs you again. I was headed out to Moab around 11am on Thanksgiving Day to celebrate with Roy's mom, and his aunt visiting from Wyoming. The sky was a brilliant blue, hardly a cloud visible, temperature around the 40s; heading north on Route 191, I was ready for a stress free drive. HA!!! I was driving down Peters Hill and had just rounded the turn where normally Dry Valley and Church Rock would be the vista before you and saw this.....
Pulling over, I took a few shots since it was a pretty sight to see; but I'd seen this before and knew it would be clear again once I got through the initial cloud. HA!!! I was about to be punked big time!
Welcome to San Juan County's newest thrill ride: Riding the Clouds. Oh no folks, that isn't fog rising up from the ground due to humidity, yada, yada, yada; those are clouds that have descended to meet the cold rising up from the snow that still covered the valley. Seatbelts on, pull bars down and in a locked position, please keep hands and arms within the vehicle, here we go.....
|At the bottom of Peters Hill, driving north on Route 191
|Route 191, driving north
|You could never guess that huge formations like Church Rock, Turtle Rock and Guymon's Foot were out there.
|Visibility could be anywhere from 1 to 4 car lengths.
|Going to Canyonlands or the Needles Overlook is definitely out.
By the way, some folks must be a special kind of stupid that drive in these type of weather conditions without headlights on. I don't know how many vehicles I didn't notice coming from the other way until they were almost up to me. Yeppers, a special kind of stupid.
The low lying cloud cover continued until I reached Hole N' the Rock and the Kane Springs rest area; but it hovered over the high sandstone cliffs all the way into Moab.
I had a most enjoyable time with Roy's mom and aunt, but my instinct told me to get back on the road home, so by 3:30pm I was heading on out of Moab and south on Route 191. As I approached Wilson's Arch, I had to take photos, since the cloud cover had created an eerie and mysterious scene. Movies like Stephen King's "The Mist", John Carpenter's "The Fog, or 1958 classic "The Crawling Eye" came to mind.
|Back into the clouds going south on Route 191
When I had left Monticello in the morning, the cloud cover was about 10 miles outside of the town limits; going back home though, the cloud cover was now about 4 miles outside of town and denser. Imagine if I had driven in the dark with these type of conditions; I would have been blind. The next day I went to Moab again and it had gotten worse; cloud 2 miles outside of town and Moab was totally covered. Strange thing was that the sky over Monticello itself was still sunny and clear blue; the town did not become engulfed by the cloud until Saturday.
Sunday began a whole new adventure when we all awoke to a frosty wonderland outside. Only about a quarter inch of snow had fallen overnight, but it was the frost that was beautifully fascinating. A delicate coating causing feathery fronds on plants and tree limbs; mist floating through the air intensifying the air of mystery. The world had turned completely into black and white.
Monday was a complete repeat with sun and blue sky finally making an appearance today, Tuesday. Here's the kicker though, the weather report is for snowfall tonight and into Wednesday; here we go again folks!
How did you enjoy the thrill ride, Riding the Clouds? At one time my feelings would have been somewhere between anxiety and aggravation; now it's more like, just another day in the life.