An Evening of Danger

The temperature had been dropping all day. A chill wind swept the dark clouds relentlessly across the valley. The sun began to sink behind the icy mountains. The threat of a storm crackled in the windblown clouds, in the rustle of the mesquite, anticipation in the quiver of tiny animals hoping to hide in the night. 

I picked up the lead rope of my favorite old mare, and we walked into the desert, together. 

"you're weird, cookie person"

So while that sounds like a ridiculously overwritten fantasy novel, or, at the very least, a chapter in my autobiography Dumb Things I've Done, it's basically what Truby and I did yesterday. We've had weather (!!!) which is rare and exciting. A few days of rain, then a day of sun. Then a cold front blew through, and it was super dramatic and exciting! The pictures I took don't really do it justice, but that's what you get for using an iphone instead of a real camera. 

Those clouds were much darker

Looking south

Again, clouds should be darker and more dramatic

North

Looking East, and heading back home

Interesting clouds over the edge of the Rincon Mountains

The same view today. The mountains got snow!

I was surprised and pleased at how well Truby handled our walk. It was crazy windy. It had gone from being warm (60s) during the day, to bottoming out in the lower 40s. There was that feeling of excitement and danger that comes along with the best storms. But Truby and I marched down the path and had a very nice walk together. No spooks, no dramas, no scary monsters lurking in the brush. What a brave pony! The little trail is only about .15 of a mile each way, so it's a quick walk, but very enjoyable, no matter the weather. And the company can't be beat! 

Later that night, the front finally passed. We had some fantastic wind gusts, short amounts of driving rain, and snow up in the mountains. Today is chilly (well, low 50s. Chilly for Tucson!) but calmer.

A happy Truby, all wrapped up and waiting for the storms.