Well the storm got me yet again today. I stopped for breakfast in the little town of Alma, about midway between Glenwood and Luna. I talked to a trucker there that had just come over the pass from Arizona. He informed me that there was about 6 to 8 inches of snow on the road there, and it was still coming down pretty heavy. As I sat and ate, every person that came in looked at me like I was crazy, once they figured out that the motorcycle outside belonged to me. Then an old timer came in and announced to everyone (and no one in particular) that he had lived here for 25 years and never seen snow in the pass in May. Just my luck. I try to call Mike to let him know I won't be meeting him in Winslow, but no cell service here. I just want out of this damn state...

So I turn around and take 78 into Arizona, which turns out to be beautiful, despite encountering rain, sleet, ice, hail and, within about a 2 or 3 mile distance, signs for: falling rocks, sharp curves, dips, bumps, wind gusts (getting used to these), flowing water, animals, and finally, no road markings for the next 10 miles. If it wasn't raining so hard, I might have stopped to take some pictures.