Just as summer arrives on July 5th in Seattle, so apparently does the monsoon season in the Southwest. I woke up today to the glorious sight of grey clouds blanketing the sky, shielding those below from the sun’s relentless glare and infusing the air with refreshing moisture.
SW Colorado (and many other areas of the country) have been in the midst of a crippling drought, and rain has been on everyone’s mind. Crops are doing poorly and the price of hay is through the roof; rain now would be extremely welcome. There hasn’t been any precipitation yet, but the clouds are thick and I can smell the rain. Here’s hoping it comes and keeps coming.
July 4th found me at my second Pick n Hoe, Dove Creek’s annual 4th of July celebration. There was the traditional pig catch, rock drilling contest and barbecue (of which I partook this year, having renounced my non-meat eating ways). The fireworks were lovely, accompanied by the same excellent bluegrass band that was there last year.
Earlier in the day, I joined other members of the Egnar/Slickrock volunteer fire department in the parade, riding shotgun in Engine 21 (a bright yellow fire truck) while our training officer and her grandchildren tossed candy from the roof to the crowds lining the parade route.