Snow in the Desert Changed Everything

I packed for heat. Sedona means red rocks and blazing sun, right? Wrong. The trail wound through familiar sandstone, then suddenly—white. Not the postcard kind of snow. The kind that makes you stop walking and question what you know about places. Desert snow hits different. It's quiet in a way that feels almost sacred. The red rocks looked like they were wearing winter coats they'd never asked for, beautiful and completely out of place. I stood there in hiking shorts, watching snow fall on cacti, realizing I'd been so sure about what Sedona was supposed to be. Sometimes the best travel moments are the ones that make your assumptions look ridiculous. The desert taught me it contained multitudes I'd never considered. #Travel #DesertSnow #UnexpectedMoments