Snowbirds

Due to a snowy diversion, Dad and I ended up approaching Death Valley from the east which we’ve never done before. We drove through the town of Goldfield, Nevada (elevation 5,686 ft.) and had to laugh at the irony of a sign reading “Welcome Snowbirds” as we drove through snow flurries whipped up by icy cold winds. Goldfield is the kind of place where retirees seek a warm and dry climate (at least those who can’t afford Scottsdale).

A little farther south you can see me huddled in my warm sweatshirt by the side of the road with the snow covered Grapevine Mountains in the background. I guess it’s still winter in the desert.