...of this year’s journey that is.
The wind really got going that afternoon and especially just as the sun set. Our home was really rockin’. There are mountains over there, obscured by blowing dust.
There they are. The morning was clear and calm for starters.
I was amazed at the number of people still attempting to drive during the windstorm.
There were more truckers though that had pulled over for the night.
I got up front ready for the day’s short drive and discovered the windshield spotted. Evidently a bit of rain was mixed in with that wind. I drove over to the filling station to dump trash. All five dumpsters were locked. I’d be hauling trash to the next town...or I could just sling it all out the window like everyone else does. Good thing I bought fuel back in Nevada. Granted, Vidal Junction is remote in the middle of the Mojave Desert but a lot of that price is Californication.