My body and my mind are having a hard time wrapping themselves around the fact that tonight I am writing in bed under the covers and shivering from a humid 61 degrees. 61. Nice number. Haven’t seen it since early spring. He-he-he. I’m ready. I love fall in the mountains.
Our monsoon, usually a late bloomer, has gotten the jump on us and started early. I’ve been dumping the rain gauge once a week since mid June. Five days ago we were sweltering while unloading the travel trailer. Now I’m getting out the cool weather clothes and closing windows.
Here’s a typical monsoon day for you mobile visitors. A cloudless, calm morning. This is a Mother Nature fake out. Thunderheads start building in the mountains around 10 am. It’s amazing how much activity is in the clouds. Rolling, twisting, rising, falling, and of course getting pushed by upper winds. Maybe it’s because we are 9000 feet above sea level. Around 1 it will start to rain. Precipitation usually begins with pea sized hail and in a couple of minutes switch to a mind numbing cold rain. The drops are like getting pelted with tomatoes. Big, slamming drops. The wind will ramp up, especially if the rain doesn’t make it all the way to the ground. There might be a lot of lightning and thunder. If we are lucky we get this four-five times a week.
Folks in other places say they often get rain in the morning and the afternoon. Here is a wiki article. 3 dangers of monsoon season every Arizonan needs to know — it’s legit for New Mexico, too.
This is not the time of the year for clueless, unprepared hikers to set out on a long hike. Take stuff to keep you warm and dry.