The below-average weather in our desert city reminded me of a trip we took in March to the White Mountains in eastern Arizona. Last winter was full of storms and the higher elevations were blessed with a large amount of snow. We saw snow as low as 1500 feet elevation, it’s one of those, every 25 year kind of things. The last time I remember seeing snow in the desert, I was 14, and before that, 5-years old.
Through Air B&B I found a 2-bedroom house with a small bunkhouse in Pinetop. Rich, the owner, lives in a house on the back of the property and greeted us with his 4 dogs when we arrived. My parents and uncle joined us for this adventure. They stayed in the larger house, and we took the bunkhouse with the kids and Sheba. The kids were most excited about the bunk beds. I see a trend here.
We took some time to go to Sunrise Ski Resort and try tubing. M was scared after her first run, and refused to go again. Grandpa tried it too, but we had to take turns staying at the bottom of the hill with M and CJ. Hopefully next year she is more apt to give snow tubing a try. I like eastern Arizona, though it’s a much further drive to get out there. The benefit is less crowds at the ski resort and in town.