WIND

Normally, there are some great things about windy days.

I grew up in the L.A. basin, where breezy days meant the smog was blown away, the skies were blue, and you could actually see the San Gabriel mountains six miles away.



Gusty days were always more interesting days to have a horse out - more things blowing around for him to spook at.




But windy days here in Southern Arizona almost can guarantee one thing.

Dust.

And more dust.

We have dust every single moment when the air is perfectly still - it just is about a jillion times more when blustery weather prevails.

To the point where it becomes difficult to see, let alone keep anything clean.



Today, however, the wind was shifting very very large semi-trucks on the interstate into sharing more of my lane of traffic than I was completely comfortable with.



Next windy day, I'm going to put-off driving to Tucson.