This photo ->
doesn’t really do it justice. It was a true sand storm.
We finally stopped in Winslow. The Winslow of “well I was standing on the corner of Winslow Arizona…” It was blowinlikehell!
When we finally pulled into Albuquerque that night, before we went to dinner we washed our faces: it looked like thick pink pancake make-up on our white washcloths!
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