If you don’t think of snowstorms as a hazard in Arizona, then you’ve clearly never been to the mountains. One winter, Jackson was on a vacation in nearby (to Phoenix) Flagstaff, Arizona, a small city of 68,000 nestled among the San Francisco Peaks. On this particular winter, snow had been frequent and heavy, but one morning Jackson woke up to darkness, and the sound of heavy winds. The snow was raging down hard enough to block any light from streaming in the cabin windows. And, when Jackson reached for the light switch, he discovered the power was down. He had a moment of concern as a cold draft wisped past his legs, but his worries faded as he recalled the large stash of blankets, lamps, and sweaters in the closet down the hall. Plus, he’d brought in some firewood the day before, and the cabinets were full of nonperishables. It might not be much fun, but Jackson had everything he needed to ride out the storm: even a deck of cards for some solitaire.

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