There are four seasons in Albuquerque.
We are dry and hot in the summer, cooler and dry in the fall, cold and dry in the winter, windy and warm and dry in the spring. We are high desert and only get ten inches of rain a year, if lucky.
Last night’s snow storm covered Embudo Canyon in the Albuquerque foothills with a foot of snow and this morning Alex the architect and Scott the teacher follow some one else’s footsteps up the trail till their footprints abruptly stop. Then,we hike the rest of our usual trail using our ” trail memory.”
When my feet sink in the snow, I slide.
We keep moving along the trail, lean away from cactus and brush that try to grab us as we trek.
I remember hiking around Mount Mombacho in Nicaragua and strolling with the ” walkaholics” in Belize.
Alex takes the “point” on this hike, and, as far as I can tell, war hasn’t hit Albuquerque and we are both safe from coyote snipers.