From about 3:30 am when I woke up, the wind has been fierce in LHC. Last night it sounded like our metal garage roof was coming off. Gusts in the 50 mph range I hear.
The wind has slacked off, but we have another day of wind. Time to binge watch more Terrace House.
Since we live in the desert South West, wind means sand . . . everywhere.
Outside . . .
Inside . . .
Despite all the wind, some die-hard jet skiers were out on the lake . . .
While we wait for our friends and all the other snow birds to arrive in Crazy Horse, we’ve just been kicking back, staying in low gear, and enjoying the views.
While others work around us (particularly the campground workers), we’re sitting on our porch, walking in the campground, and taking Flirt for a swim.