Twice a year Boulder is subject to the fabled Chinook Winds, a powerful front of weather that signals the changing of seasons and generally occurs near the solstices. Last night the winds came early, wrecking a fair amount of havoc on the roads. Trees were felled, signs blown over, port-o-potties toppled and my car took the full brunt of a rolling construction barrel that was careening down the road. While driving was a challenge, once I got home I enjoyed the powerful gusts that animated the trees. I slept with my window open, which MAY not have a been a great idea since my bed was covered with leaves and other debris that had blown in during the night. Xanadu must be a sound sleeper because she awoke with all sorts of grass in her fur. The power went off several times in the night, usually accompanied by a loud POP somewhere outside.
Today is calm and sunny, though there are some old trees knocked down near my apartment. It's cool to see nature flexing her muscles every now and again, it reminded me of countless tent bound nights. The only downside is figuring out how to extract the dent and orange paint from the front of my car.
