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It was supposed to be a camping weekend, but when we got up the National Weather Service was forecasting winds of 35 with gusts to 55. Now, I don't know if you've ever camped in 55 MPH winds, but it generally amounts to dust in your eyes, sand in your food, and a clattering in your dreams as all your stuff starts down the road to Piute County. So, we postponed it for a week. Instead, we went out to Jackrabbit Mountain and climbed around on the hoodoos. The wind blew, we got dirt in our sandwiches, we saw a jack-rabbit, and then we came home. As soon as we got back, the wind stopped. Maybe we should have spent the night?
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