Yesterday my friend Trent and I went riding our trials bikes in the desert. On the drive out there it was pouring rain. It was going to be a challenging ride for sure. But when we got there the rain slowed to a sprinkle which made riding awesome!

Then Geoff showed up as it began to snow and said, “you guys are hardcore.”

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We all wanted to ride, so we didn’t let any perceived roadblocks stop us. And we had a blast in the rain, then in the snow. It rarely rains or snows here in the desert of Scottsdale. But when it does, it’s a beautiful thing. I mean how often do you see cactus covered in snow? I’ve seen it maybe 5 times in my life.
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After about 4 hours, we headed home. We were exhausted! And soon after I got home, it hailed for about an hour and everything turned white again. There is still ice out on the lawn. What an awesome day.

I just talked to my neighbor Abel. He asked me if I saw the snow. I told him I thought it was hail or sleet, and yes I saw it. He’s never seen hail or snow or sleet in his life. He’s from Mexico and it doesn’t do that there. Imagine being in your 30s and never seeing snow. Hey, there is ice falling from the sky!? I thought it was pretty amazing too and was riding my bike with my tongue sticking out to catch the snow flakes. When I got home I saw my neighbors kids doing the same thing. They were out in the hail running around for at least an hour, having a blast.