About Which Nothing More Shall Be Said
When we have needed the wind out of the north, it was out of the south; out of the west, south; out of the south, north.
Three hours to go 22 northbound miles into a 25 mph NW wind, gusting to 40. Nowhere to stop, nowhere to hide. Thankfully, the eastbound turn to Pierre (pronounced in these parts as "Pier"; the correction will be quick) pulled some of the sting, although the wind turned more northerly as we turned. Somehow not surprised.
Sixty-two pummeled miles. 1,754 more chances for meteorological punishment.
Each Day is a challenge! Are you sure you want to do it? Heat will be next.M
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