Ah, the windy city, Chicago has nothing on us. When we first moved to Mtn. Home our street (9th by North now East Elementary) wasn't paved, just oiled. The wind blew and with it the dust. It drove my mom crazy, she could never keep anything dusted. I love the wind, it seems to blow all the negative away. Walking in the the wind was one of my favorite things to do.
Yeah, but you couldn't putt too well in the wind. :-)
Do you remember any kite flying festivals or clubs? I swear we drove by a large area where at least a hundred people were flying box kites. It rivaled those hot air balloon gatherings. Very colorful kites.
Btw, our very first day (arrival in Mtn. Home in 1961) was a nasty wind storm/dust storm that was so bad that my mom broke into tears, having just come from a Spokane area lake.