Saturday, July 27, 2013

Dust storm

After the ballgame last night I decided to take an evening walk. It had cooled down and look like it might rain, but that didn't concern me because around here you usually don't get too wet in a rain storm. Off I went out of the park and down the highway. Just as I was reaching my turn around point the sky darkened and the wind began to kick up and before I knew it I was in the middle of a dust storm and about a mile from Mel. I turned and headed for home toward the east and the dust was coming from the east right into my face. Head down with a hand holding on my hat I trudged back home with dust in my eyes, my mouth and my nose. The wind gauge on Mel showed the wind had been about 45 miles per hour and I felt like I had been sand blasted. I'm not planning on repeating that adventure any time soon.

Today it's a bit cooler and not a cloud in the sky and I have planned a full day of doing nothing, but I will be enjoying the good life.

14 comments:

  1. Does that mean there was no need to shave this morning? ;)

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  2. Katie and I have been caught in a few of those. I put my head down and squint my eyes, but I worry about her. She is so close to the ground, she really gets it. I agree, no fun at all! :(

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  3. Now that you've been sandblasted, you should get a nice new shiny coat of paint.

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  4. WOW I was looking at your travel goals. It looks like you may need to average nearly 28 miles a day to get back to PaT by mid October. Be careful of the speed traps along the way.

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    1. We don't want to overdo now Barney. Some days I might even run 56 miles so I van take the next day off.

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    2. I'll use all my former truck driver skills.

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  5. Oh dear. That dirt hitting your face can really hurt. Hope today is a much better weather day for you to enjoy the good life.

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    1. Back to more normal conditions. A little sand blasting of my face is not necessarily a bad thing.

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