Joyce wanted some colored sandstone.
It seems that ever since Florida, we have been plagued with high winds wherever we go. It doesn't matter where we have stayed, we always seem to have at least one day of high winds. Which reminds me that when we were driving here the other day, we were doing about 65 MPH on the highway when a Dust Devil hit us broadside. I did see it coming in the direction of the highway and I knew we were going to get hit, but I didn't realize how hard the hit would be. It tossed the motorhome around and forced us into the other lane. Not the type of thing I want to experience again.
Anyways, just around noon time the winds started to pick up in the park and the tour bus driver said this high wind was very unusual. Joyce and I knew it was the Wind God that was following us everywhere we go. As you can see below, a tree fell about 60-70 feet in front of where we are camped. The tree didn't damage the small trailer but the branches did make it difficult for the people to get out of there trailer.