After an unusually dry winter with the entire state’s flake-fall 60% below normal, I was really looking forward to a trip to Utah in mid-May. Blue skies. Sun. Desert. Giant rock formations. Snow.
Say what now?
While at the Olympic Park in Park City (click here), it began to snow as my tour group stood at the top of the ski jump. It was May 17th.
My husband and I stayed in the city overnight and when I woke up around 5 am even my visually impaired self could see the snow falling out the hotel room window, it was coming down good.
By 8 am, 5″ of the white stuff had accumulated.
Though the snow on the ground did not last long, I was able to experience Utah’s famous mountains covered in cold weather wear.
Driving passed Olympic Park and it wasn’t difficult to picture the Winter Games happening there.
Memorial Day was less than two weeks away, when, at home, people would flock to the New Jersey beaches, kicking off their summer despite the fact that it rains every year on the holiday.
For now, 2,200 miles away from the Atlantic Ocean and, five weeks before summer, I got a small taste of winter in Utah.
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