1.) A dust storm. At least that's what we called them when I was a kid. Now the new term is "haboob." I don't know about you, but the term "dust storm" is more descriptive to what is really happening than "haboob." There are just too many jokes that go along with "haboob." For instance, on our way driving down back from Tucson up to Phoenix we drove through two different dust storms. We were running late, because traffic was bad. I texted my cousin and said, "Todd, we are going to be a bit late for dinner. We've hit two different haboobs driving up here." To which he replied, "Every man's dream."
When I was a little girl growing up in Chandler, AZ we used to see the sky get a dark brown color. When the dust storm would hit, we'd be out on the trampoline or in the street facing it head on. There was always a bit of rain following the storm and that is when we'd hit the pool. I grew up in a very free, careless family. We swam in the rain all of the time. I wasn't aware of the lighting risk until I was older and married a Hapgood. He introduced me to the risk of lightning and water. But I still to this day love swimming in the rain. Also note…there is no better smell in this world than a rainstorm in the desert.
So, with that being said…we were late but had a great time seeing friends, family and cousins galore during those few quick days in Phoenix and Tucson.
2.) Took the girls to see the Mesa, Arizona Temple where Tom and I got married. That was a special sweet day, full of memories.
David's Backyard
Mesa, Arizona Temple
Auto Zone, New Cargo Carrier
Sun shirts for the beach
Dust storm in Mesa
Me, in the middle of the dust storm
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