Today Jake and I put on our hiking shoes and headed to the Lost Dog Wash Trail. It was a little cloudy when we pulled into the parking lot but we thought it would be nice to hike without the overbearing heat of the Phoenix sun. Ya-- it was 84 degrees yesterday. Summer is coming fast.
We stopped under the trail head awning to take a quick look at the map. All of a sudden we heard a strange rumble. It got louder and louder really fast. In about 60 seconds the noise went from a strange rumble to a terrifying roar. I thought a jet engine might have been falling from the sky. We quickly realized it was rain... no... hail. Enormous pieces of hail started falling and our eyes grew huge. It was so awesome. And I use the word awesome as an expression of awe. After the awe wore off, I started laughing really hard. We picked the absolute worst day to take a hike. Luckily we were under an awning. If we had started our hike 5 minutes earlier we would have been pelted to death with nothing but the arm of a Saguaro to shelter us.
We waited ten minutes and the hail turned into a slight drizzle. We contemplated continuing our hike but Jake pointed out that we were hiking a Wash. Since Arizona is famous for flash floods we decided against it, but it seemed like a pretty cool trail so we'll be back to test it out another day. Maybe next time we'll bring a picnic and some raincoats.
