We were tent camping in Joshua Tree, and were just arriving back to the campsite from a day of off-roading. At evening were were overcome by a sudden sandstorm. Visibility was down to maybe ten feet, and the wind smacked the tent flat on me. My wife jumped from the SUV and helped me out of the dark and rapidly filling tent.
The suddenness of the storm, the reduced visibility, and the element of fear and panic made calm thought nearly impossible. There was no way to sort things out, so we shoved the tent, containing the sleeping bags, clothes and everything else into the back of the SUV. We spent a cold and damp night in the front seats of the SUV, one dog shoved in the mess in the back and one in my wife's lap. Because of the wind and sand, we had to keep the windows closed, which made everything damp and sticky by morning.
We moved on to Death Valley and spend several hours getting showers and shaking the sand out of our belongings so they would be useful again.
Several days later, I was diagnosed with mechanical pneumonia from sand inhalation, and spent a couple of feverish and incoherent days in a hotel room in Flagstaff, narrowly avoiding hospitalization.
Matt B
oldMattB
1998 Monaco Windsor