When we left Pahrump in the first week of May, we timed our packing tasks for the coolest parts of the day. Daytime temps were already reaching into the 80s, though gusty breezes helped keep the air cool and a higher-than-normal humidity level brought a heaviness to the air we weren’t used to.
High clouds made the drive northward easier than driving in bright sunlight…
…but we worried they might dump some rain on us. The flash flood areas we scooted through weren’t where we wanted to be if the clouds unloaded. When they lifted over the nearby mountains, we could see how cold it was at the higher elevations:
Well, as long as it stayed up there, we were okay with snow in May.
In the meantime, we kept our eyes peeled for those wild burros we saw warning signs for, and just outside a tiny Nevada town, we spotted a group far off the highway:
Can’t see them? Here’s a closer shot:
The low clouds persisted, and we drove through occasional mist and light rain.
We could feel the air cool as we climbed in elevation, and in Beatty, Nevada, we started to see — ikes!! — snow flurries.
By the time we reached Tonopah, at about 6000′, we didn’t have snow flurries anymore…
…we were being hit with big, fat, juicy flakes. When we stopped to gas up the RV, we ran in our shorts and light jackets to the restrooms. I stuck my tongue out to catch some flakes but didn’t linger — it was cold!
I paused just long enough to snap some photos around the gas station. It was the first time we’d been in snow in years.
We escaped the snow as we descended the mountains. Ah! Back where we like the snow the most: on dry land, looking up at the snow-flocked mountain ridge.
Hopefully, this was the last snow we’d be in for a good long while.