My husband and I went on a little four-wheeler trip into the mountains on Sunday. Dramatic storm clouds ripped up and down the valley as we watched out of the wind on a hillside eating our lunch. Shooting stars, anemone, cranberry flowers and deep blue gentian were everywhere.
Something like snow started to fall. It was round like hail, but soft like snow. My husband called it “snail”. It looked as if it had snowed up the trail so we enjoyed the area around the pass, then made our way back home.