What can I say? This is two days after finishing the Folding Desk Project. We were off riding our Trikes around North Ranches Streets with names like Meandering and Wandering and Running Bare, or is it Running Bear. Before we can get to our campsite neighboring RV’ers are gathering around us chattering about a flying tent. The story that we ferreted out includes a miniature tornado called a Dust Devil.
Our tent sailed over our rig and two others before coming to rest between two rigs. People in that area of the campground worked together to gather the crumpled tent and walk the pile around the campground and over behind our campsite, no 73.

When we got back this is what we saw.

It was a bran-new shade tent. It had stood up to the blustery winds for two days. I had staked it to the ground on all four corners. When it departed it pulled up one 16” spike driven into hard packed gravel. It tore off two tie-down straps on the canopy itself. The fourth bent up the frame big time and apparently broke free of the stake. All of this without disturbing anything on the picnic table or in the bicycle trailer.

Go Figure

Gary