I dressed for the occasion. Hey it’s cold at 7,000 feet.
Left the house about 11:30 this morning, no rush. Drove past the “lovers” boulders just before Prescott.
Then on past Prescott towards Chino, the other side of these mountains.
By the time I approached Williams signs of winter were quite apparent.
And then I headed north into the park.
I arrived about 4pm, parked and headed for the rim where I saw El Tovar throwing out a blanket of white.
That’s the North Rim over there showing snowy streaks of white down the canyon walls.