I first noticed the wind because I realized I was turning my head to the side to walk into it. I’d peak around the hood of my parka to see what was in front of me every few feet. When someone walked past they too would walk with their head turned to the side. At thirty below zero a ten mile an hour breeze feels cold. Soon we were walking foreword but facing more backwards, the wind was picking up.
I glanced into the wind and saw the snow was being blown across the ground in long twisting swirls only a few inches above the surface. Hadn’t seen that before. I remarked on it to the young guy from Montana, I forget his name, he said, “we’re in for a blow and we should stop stomping jugs”. My eyes followed his glance a mile out in front of us where I could see Stevie and his helper headed back our way pulling the cable back into the Nodwell and picking up the jug sets they’d just put down.
Hang loose libs, and while looking below the fold think back to the days of color print film.