I didn't make it. Heck, I didn't even get to the car in time. Nonetheless, I still trekked down to see what there was to see down at the canyon, if for no other reason than I was already in the car.
The road was not exactly parking-friendly, so I decided to invent a new activity: Ph-auto-graphy. (Still working on the name.) It's taking pictures without getting out of the car. It increases the challenge by limiting the available shots to what one can get out the driver's window, only from spots where one can safely pull over momentarily.
In that (shall we say) impressionistic spirit of the shooting, the photos have not be cropped or enhanced in any way; these are exactly what I got (well, the better ones of what I got).
You decide whether it worked.
Mountains to the west in shadow.
Mountains to the east still in sun.
Indian Canyons was already closed, but down by the gate it was quite windy.
For this last one, I'd driven out of the valley and down Palm Canyon Drive. This is the back of those mountains that were to the east of the canyon in the shots above. From a parking lot. Hooray, nature!
Egad, this was self-indulgent. Sorry.