A new thing about living in the Valley

Last night I went to an American Business Women Association meeting. It was interesting... but that is not what this blog will be about. Nope, it's going to be about what I observed as I chatted with my mom on the phone in the parking lot of the country club where the meeting was held.

I had noticed on my 7 minute drive to the club that it got strangely cool and I was able to drive with the windows down and be comfortable, actually pleasant. It did not really look like rain, but the sky off in the West looked a little ominous. Rain? Monsoon? What could it be that is making the sky look so pink?

For fear of getting rained on, I got out of the car and went into the Club and continued to chat with my mom. Within seconds the trees outside looked like they would snap and everything looked...

DUSTY! Pinkish, orangish, brownish, DUST!!! Flying around everywhere!

It was a "dust storm"... I have never really seen anything like it. It looked like a terrible down pour of rain. Yep, nope, it's dust, people. It was wild and my friend just laughed and said you will see more of them while you are out here. Cool! Now that I know what they are it seemed like it would be cool to be in the car while one is happening. Next time, I will stay IN the car and watch it from all sides. Alas, I missed it last night because I did not want to get wet. Silly me...

Another cool thing about dust storms: this morning Hubby was helping get LG in the car and he was like, "why are there finger prints all over the door...

Turns out that in the Valley when there is a dust storm the oils from your fingers leave a normally invisible film on the car. But, when the pinkish/orange dust gets blown all over the place it sticks to the car and your finger prints. It was wild! It looked like the FBI had come and finerprinted my car.

Of course, now I have to get the car washed. Bye bye finger prints, until the next dust storm. I wonder if car wash places have "dust checks" like they have rain checks back east?