Yesterday turned into a swirling, twirling, vibrated dust storm. The wind so sudden and ferocious it was hard to breathe.
All afternoon, in huge waves, of gusting wind the dirt, sticks, and particles flew in the air pelleting us.
Terry and I were in the pinto bean field working on the new farm road connecting one field to another field when our daughter came striding up the back road from her house to where we were working.
We just pick everything up and move on!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,