I left Dallas on June 5 and headed straight for Lake City, Colorado, a sleepy old mining town in the San Juan Mountains with an average high temperature in June of 74 degrees.
The 830-mile drive to Lake City usually takes you through a line of summer storms, and this year was no different—except I drove through some snow in New Mexico.
|Snow in New Mexico on June 5?|
|It cleared up by the time I got to Colorado.|
|The sun had just set when I reached the summit of Slumgullion Pass to drop into Lake City.|
|It might not look like much from this distance, but the large mountain in the middle is Uncompahgre, and the tallest notch to its left is Wetterhorn--both are over 14,000 feet high.|
|My roommate made these t-shirts commemorating my escape. I can only assume you've already seen them around Dallas and have been trying in vain to order them through Nieman Marcus.|