Leo and I were off exploring last week when it snowed in Tucson. We wandered through the university campus, dodging stunned and amazed phone-wielding students as they communicated to the world that white flakes the size of raffle tickets were falling from the sky. We passed the morning looking at Native American baskets, the W. Eugene Smith’s Jazz Loft Project and a highly recommended chocolate chip cookie.
We don’t go to Tucson in the winter to watch snow fall, so I wasn’t nearly as excited about this periodic meteorological hiccup as those twenty-year-olds in the quad. But when Sara, our buddy Brent and fellow Portlander Heidi Swift decided to ride up a good chunk of Mount Lemmon a few days later, we gave chase in the van. I made few shots with my little point-and-shoot, and winter’s unexpected invasion of our sunny vacation was forgiven.
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