There’s an old saying, the Cowboy said to me this morning when I told him what I was writing about.
“Every day is a good day in South Dakota when the wind isn’t blowing. That, and we teach our kids here to lean into the wind when they are old enough to stand.”
I have always enjoyed a gentle breeze on a hot summer or fall day. But ..
I’ve never experienced anything quite like the winds that howl across the Great Plains states. With little in the way of stopping them, they seem to gain momentum the further they travel. By the time they reach us, they’ve typically traveled far and wide, and they are howling. We often double check the kids and small animals are still in the yard.
Yesterday, the gentle breeze was blowing at 20mph in our area. May not seem like a big deal to some of you, but it’s mean a few relatively humorous life lessons since moving to South Dakota earlier this year:
When the winds are above 10-15 mph, it’s usually wise to take the hammock down or someone might get hurt trying to lie in it or in simply walking by.
Going for a run in and of itself feels like resistance training.
Grasshoppers catching a ride on the wind feel like bb’s when they finally hit you.
Talking, shouting to anyone into the wind is relatively fruitless. Behind you though, they can hear for miles.
Sunglasses are often helpful, not because of the sun, but to protect your eyes from dust kicking up off of all those gravel roads.
Pitching hay to livestock should be done with the wind at your back.
Clothes on the line may end up at the neighbors, a mile away.
Semis often drive in the passing lane just because. Well, because if the wind blows them over, I’m thinking it means they blow over into the media versus over onto you. The passing car.
It’s not a wise choice to wear a flowy above the knee skirt.
Hats are a wonderful alternative to an otherwise bad hair day.