At 6:00P this evening I met with a friend of mine, Karen for about an hour across town from me. I debated before leaving weather to ride my bike or not. My legs are pretty sore from running from the last two days and thought maybe I should give them a rest. Then the thought came to me, "Because I can, and so I will!" With that I grabbed my sunglasses, put on my light fleece jacket, rolled up my pant leg, and hopped on my bike for a nice leisurely ride across town. It was still warm outside and so I pulled up the sleeves on my jacket and let the slight breeze that was blowing help keep me cool.
My visit went well and before I knew it I was pulling my sunglasses down over my eyes to begin the ride home. My quick judgement of the weather condition was 'perfect.' A slight breeze making it a perfect riding temperature. But once I got out and away from the building I had just left my assessment was way off. The wind was blowing harder than I thought, but nothing I hadn't experienced before on my bike. But that was only the beginning. I had no idea what was coming!
The wind picked up harder with each pedal rotation. Once I passed all of the commercial buildings and hit the back road there wasn't anything to break the wind for me anymore. I got to the first four-way intersection and stopped to determine which route I wanted to take. As I looked to the right of me down N 2nd E I couldn't believe what I saw or what I didn't see! All I could see was a solid wall of dirt coming towards me. I couldn't see anything beyond it. I quickly started peddaling to cross the intersection and get in front of the houses that lined the street so t could break the wind. I made it about three-quarters of the way down the street when the wind and dirt wall hit me. It was so strong that I had to stop riding so not to be blown over. As I planted my feet on the ground the back tire of my bike lifted off the ground. I gripped the handbars tighter and lowered my body to have a solid stance in order to not be blown over myself. I turned my head away from the wind so not to get pelted with any flying debris or rocks. I needed to find some kind of protection fast.
Destin and Nate's house was just around the corner and so I threw my bike over my shoulder and began making my way towards their house, but quickly discovered that I had to use a lot of my weight and strength to walk forward, against the wind. By the time I made it to their house the wind had died down. It didn't look like they were home and even though I had a key I decided to keep going as it looked like it was pretty calm down the street I was to ride on next.
I hopped on my bike once again and made it about 100 yrd. before another wall of dirt hit me. I again had to stop in order to not be stopped by force from the wind. I got a nice tast of dirt in my mouth this time since I was facing the dirt wall when it hit me. Instea

d of just standing on the side of the road taking everything that was being dished out to me I decided to find refuge behind the nearest building. When I swung my leg over my bike so I could again lift up and carry my bike, the wind picked it up for me. Luckily I was holding onto it or it would have been taken down the street with the wind. I quickly made my way behind the building. Only being about half-way across town by this point I decided to call Jessica to see if she was home to come rescue me. It rang and rang. No answer. I was on my own.
The wind died down again and wanting to take advantage of another 100 yrd progress I jumped on my bike and peddaled hard. I made it about 150 yrds that time before the next wall of dirt hit me. Luckily I was again behind some

house which took some of the wind, but not much. I stood on the side of the road and waited for this one to pass, getting some more dirt in my mouth. (It went well with the gum I was chewing; added a crunch to it!). Once it died down I was again riding. Even though the wind was still blowing hard as I was riding straight into it and dust, dirt, and rocks were being blown in my face I managed to make it home without having to stop again. The Lord did bless me with some rain to help give me a bath from all the dirt caked on my face.
When I got home, took my sunglasses off, and looked in the mirror I had raccoon eyes. There was an outline of dirt that traced where my sunglasses had been.

These pictures don't do it justice, but I tried to capture the dirt plastered to my face. If I ran my finger across my face it left a streak mark of dirt behind it. And if you look close enough you can see the dirt caked into my pores. Sick.
There was dirt on my face, in my mouth, in my hair, in my ears, up my nose and covering my clothes. It was everywhere! Inevitably I got into the shower to get all the dirt off. Now I'm dirt free and squeaky clean!
Another lesson learned from Mother Earth. I got quite the taste of her power tonight......