For Spring Break I took a group of Boy Scouts down to White Sands National Monument in southern New Mexico. While there the wind swept down off the mountains and across the dunes. When it hit the sand it formed a visible wall of white that tore across the land from the west.
When the storm stuck it picked up wooden sleds and hurled them into the air, knocked peopled over sideways and completely blanked out the road in all directions. The wind clawed at the doors of vehicles with such force that they pulled away from the body enough for the sand to slip its tenacious fingers inside, swirling through the air in the cab.
It was both terrifying and exhilarating, all at once.
Take a look here at the White Sands album on my Monkey-Cam page. I’ve put together a sequence pictures watching the storm approach, and the sky grow darker. Then suddenly the world is encased in a swirling white coffin.