Jurassic Storm

"Oh, no. Not RAIN."

The snowflakes in Snowflake, Arizona were fun, but I've always hated rain, and was disappointed that it might toss a "wet blanket" on my final day of American Southwest bliss.

Stubbornly unwilling to give up on adventure, we navigated to the base of the fog-cloaked Superstition mountains. I ignored the rain. If I didn't acknowledge it, it wasn't there. Besides, the scene resembled a lost prehistoric world, and the anachronism delighted me.

Within minutes, I realised this rain was no slight, but actually a gift! For the first time ever, I witnessed the ocotillo in bloom.