We’re in our third day of incredible winds here on the plains of western Kansas. Unfortunately, there are many empty fields this time of year and the dust blows everywhere.
It was so bad today that I literally had to stop while I was driving on some county roads. I could not see past the hood of my car.
While this is tiresome for me, it certainly makes me pause and think about the pioneers who braved this kind of nasty weather in a covered wagon or sod hut. They probably didn’t have so much dust blowing around since the natural grasses held the topsoil down, but they had no real way to get out of the constant blowing. No wonder some of them went crazy.