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1997 Arizona: Phoenix/Tucson (Dust Storm)
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Being a city boy (most of the time) I don't listen to weather forecasts, something I really ought to do when I'm out in the wilderness.
We got hit by a driving dust storm, one which covered much of the south-west portion of Arizona (as I later learned). Within minutes the visibility had fallen to feet, then inches, as the car was blasted by horizontal sheets of sand.
Then we were through the storm, and all was clear, save the view behind us. There the storm was still blanketing the Interstate.
Then we noticed that the sun was near setting; it appears as a bright white-yellow in the photo at left.
Before we could chat much about it, the sun descended behind whatever mountain range was running parallel to the roadway, and we were plunged into darkness, with only our headlights and the eerie red orb of the sun lighting our way. It was so strange, especially after being in the whiteout of the storm, that we were captivated. (Nature seems to do that to us, especially in Arizona.) We took picture after picture, until the sun dissapeared. Then we arrived in Tucson.
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