Our car fled up the mountain roads with the front windows and one back window open. My cousin did say that it would be cooler up in Spring Mountains (Mt. Charleston) – around 70 degrees. Truly, it was colder compared to the temperature in the flat lands.
When one is out in the sun in Vegas during summer, the sensation is that of opening an oven door to take a peak at a baking dish.
It was in December 2014 that I first visited Mt. Charleston but not for a hike. I had three or four layers of clothing then, while my cousins probably just had two, because winter is nothing to them. The sides of the roads and the peaks were covered in snow.
When we continued our drive up to the area we were going, I found familiarity in the scenery – only it was summer this time.