I knew once I wrote that things were pretty tame I was in for a slap by Fate. It was one windy weekend at Lake Powell.
I knew once I wrote that things were pretty tame I was in for a slap by Fate. It was one windy weekend at Lake Powell.
All,
Living here in the southwest and being closer is no advantage that one could predict when to be there. If I run over to Moab thinking it will be a great sunset, it is a bust. If I come home I can always count on seeing a colorful sunset.
I spent a week last fall at the north rim. It was 4 days of unrelenting wind. One of the bad things about readyloads is that flap sailing in any sort of breeze.
When the clouds blow in they cover the sky, horizon to horizon, and beyond. When the sky is clear, there is nothing, not even a whisper of a cloud.
cheers,
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