Sand Storm

We thought we would enjoy the great spring weather on Saturday so we loaded up the trailer and bikes and headed to Little Sahara. What a mistake that was. Let's just say that miles of sand and gusting wind don't mix well. Saturday the temperature was beautiful and we had a little wind when we arrived, but by mid-afternoon the wind was blowing harder and made it miserable to ride. We had sand in our eyes and teeth and that was with helmets and goggles on. We thought we would ride out the night in hopes that the storm would roll in, bring some rain and wet everthing down good. Much to our dismay, the wind was still there in the morning. Now it was blowing harder and getting colder. The kids tried to ride in the morning, but couldn't see far enough in front of them to be safe. Don decided that we were packing it all up and going home. Needless to say, us and a couple of other trailers were the only ones that were crazy enough to try and ride it out.

I told my kids that this trip reminded me of a book we have at home that is called Sand. In part it says, "Sand is in my toes. Sand is in my shirt. So much sand!" Don added to the story with "Sand is in places I didn't even think it could get!"

As Grandma B. always says, "It's just another adventure!"