Driving up the mountain from Durango to Silverton we were watching the temperature drop. 48 F, 46 F, and finally 44 F. We could see snow on the peaks around us, but, around the corner we were stunned to see snow on the roadside! It was dirty and patchy, but it was snow in Summer.
I whipped into the parking lot and we ran around like children playing in the snow and making snowballs. It got in my sandals and between my toes.