The wind at Max Patch today was like nothing I've ever experienced, and I've been for walks in the wake and edge of hurricanes. It nearly knocked me flat, a couple of times, and my ears are still kind of ringing seven hours later. My friend S. gave up and retreated a bit behind the bald for some protection; I tried to get to the absolute top of Max Patch and couldn't even make it all the way. That sounds so ridiculous, and it was, but it's true: I couldn't get to the top of Max Patch. I thought the wind was literally going to blow me off the side of the world. It was fantastic. It was amazing. It was like, well, nothing, because I don't think there is anything that quite compares to trying to stand up in that kind of wind on top of a mountain on a blue, blue day. It was 70 mph winds hitting you from every side until you can barely stand, with your hair completely standing out on end from your head (I think I have dreads now. So that's where they come from.) Wind like that blows all thought out of your head. It was great.
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That sounds SO exhilarating... what a great view, too.
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