When I gave him a time frame for my arrival, he asked where I was going to land, and I told him as a last resort the small dirt airstrip about 10 miles away up the canyon. I found a place right by the road much closer, kind of rotten snow though it "worked" OK.
Then a quick stop at Arco, where I borrowed this classic airport car and grabbed lunch.
A little screwing around on the way back and I landed about 40 minutes before the wind picked up and it started snowing, just right. 