We decided we would like to stay another night, if they had any availability—and they did—so we paid for another night, in spite of the threat of rain. While at the beer garden that afternoon, we overheard a park visitor ask the beer cart attendant what he thought about the forecast for rain the next day. He said, “Well, there’s a 70% chance of rain tomorrow, but they said there was a 60% chance today,” and he casually waved his arm in a sweeping motion, as if to say, and look how today turned out, which was absolutely fabulous!

But Mother Nature had other plans, and it did indeed start raining during the night.

Sunday, Oct 21, 2018 (Utah) Springdale (Zion Canyon Campground & RV Resort)

I looked out my tiny window while still lying in bed this morning and could see gray skies, but also a little sun on the red rocks right across the road from the campground. Then I opened the big rear window shade and saw the other nearby peaks, with just a bit of sun shining on their tops. It rained a bit more off and on in the morning, but I headed off to the showers anyway, and was just about to step in when I heard it begin to pour. And then, while I was blow drying my hair, the thunder and lightning started. I had brought an umbrella with me to the public showers, and boy was I glad, because it was raining pretty hard when I walked back to the coach. But not all that cold. I was wearing a short-sleeve top and shorts, and on my feet, my favorite ‘Candies’—with a rubber, platform sole—that I started calling my ‘waders.’ The tops of my feet were getting wet from the falling rain, but my feet were safely above the puddles because of the platforms ;-)

Since we weren’t driving today, we had our mini Champagne Brunch (a Sunday tradition at home), waiting for the storm to pass. It did, and then we headed out to the shuttle under clear blue skies for a little grocery shopping, only a few stops down the street. Later that night the skies clouded up again and we were awakened at 3:00 am to the sound of hail, for the second time on this trip! But this time it was smaller (maybe pea size) than the hail in Palisade, Colorado. The cats were still scared, but we weren’t quite so intimidated this time.