Behold the gorge! Behold the rift valley! Behold the extinct volcanoes! Behold the shadowy sage! Behold what must be the five hundredth photo I’ve shot and posted of this exact same view! Behold, behold! Each one is different, though, that’s the amazing thing. This time of year, I’m always surprised to cast my gaze across the chasm of the Rio Grande Gorge and see the Terrible High Desert™ tinged in green.
It’s also trying to rain in this one. Those fuzzy blue-gray streaks coming down from that cloud are rain, just not the kind that makes it to the ground. The technical term is “virga,” which makes sense if you think about it. All fired up and nowhere to go. Unconsummated rain! While it won’t get you wet, the evaporating water chills the surrounding air, which plunges to the ground creating sudden massive bursts of wind called virga bombs. These can appear seemingly out of nowhere and wreck the patio if you have one. Those of you who don’t will want to count the goats when things calm down.