There I was, all loaded up with 9mm, 7.62x39, and 22lr, and ready to enjoy an outing to my range. Weekday morning, no crowd, son in school, all good.
Yeah, right.
Weather was absolutely calm and wonderful when I pulled out, and the range is a scant 9.4 miles, (finally measured it), away. 54 degrees, sun just coming up over the horizon, ahhh, perfect.
Right up until I was two miles from the range, and the wind popped up out of nowhere, enough to push my little car over on the road. Now remember, this is a desert, and we have had very little rain lately...so now picture billowing clouds of dust. I persevered, and made it to the range, only to find every bay covered in wind whipped dust. I would have had to wear a mask just to get out of the car, and no target would have survived. Using several non family friendly words, I returned home, and began cleaning house. Hey, if you have frustrated energy, might as well use it, eh?