Well I survived my first sandstorm yesterday. It lasted all day and was quite remarkable. When I woke up, I could hear the wind howling. I looked outside and saw what looked like dense fog. Only problem was, it wasn't moisture in the air, it was sand and dust.
Complete nastiness. Hard to breath, hard to see. I quickly realized that, without goggles (mine were packed away), it is best to walk with eyes shut and only open one for a split second to make sure you're still on your intended path.
Everything became coated with sand including vehicles, buildings, and all parts of the body when going outside. Try to talk to somebody outside - grit in the mouth. Nothing like walking around feeling dirty all day.
It was so bad I ran on a treadmill - something I despise more than anything (except running in a sandstorm).
115 days to go.
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In MN in the winter the big question was always whether it was cold enough for your pee to freeze before it hit the ground...was the storm bad enough for your pee to turn to mud BEFORE it hit the ground?
You know the old adage about pissing in the wind? I wasn't about to piss in a sandstorm . . .
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