It was breezy all day yesterday, but went beyond breezy about 3 p.m. By 6 p.m. the big, heavy dumpster lids at our RV park were flipping back and forth. The rig rocked a bit, too; at times it felt like we were passengers on a train.
Last time we were in winds like this we were at Red Rock Park in Gallup, NM, a beautiful but desolate city campground where nothing blocked the wind. All afternoon we watched tumble weeds and sand fly at us and about once an hour we vacuumed red sand from our window sills. This time, nearby Class A motorhomes and big fifth wheels are blocking the wind a bit, plus we’re at the military RV park at Fort Bliss where gravel, cement and asphalt cover the ground. Not as pretty as the red rocks and pink sands of Gallup, but a lot less dusty.