When you live in the desert (yes, Park City is a desert…), rain is a glorious thing! We hadn’t had rain in all of June. Things were DRY. REALLY DRY! Fire danger was high, things were looking brown, trails were dusty… I recently told a friend, these are the seasons when I bike alone (so I am not eating someone’s dust… literally!!). BUT then something happened. It was a strange looking gray mass in the sky one evening. Wait! What was that? Did you hear that? Did you feel that? It was raining!! This was great! We were getting rain. Alas, it didn’t just happen one evening. It happened four evenings in a row and I don’t think it’s done yet!! It’s amazing!
I did what any avid mountain girl would do. I grabbed my friend Lance, we jumped on our bikes and we started pedaling uphill. We rode 9 miles up, about 3500 ft. We climbed from town to 10,000 ft. until we reached the Wasatch Crest Trail. I had been so antsy to get up there and see those flowers! There is one section of trail between Park City Mountain Resort and Canyons Resort where the dirt is this vibrant red and the flowers were going OFF!! There were Indian Paintbrush, Lupine, Sweet Peas, Flox, and many others I can’t remember the names of. It was gorgeous. So yes, the consequences of rain this time around were amazing! There was no eating of anyone’s dust! I even wrecked my bike into a huge mud puddle up there! A mud puddle! In the desert! Mother Nature (or Mo’ Nat as I lovingly refer to her) is a crazy, unpredictable gal. She reminds me a little of myself and a lot of my girlfriends. I think that’s why I give her so much respect. She just does what she does, on her time and no one else’s. As always, it was a glorious day to be alive in Park City. Then again, it always is! Get out on those trails. The flowers are peaking!!! The views are ever changing!!! The adventure is waiting!!!
