PH - Yup, in a valley. To amp it up, on the south end there's a toe of mountain in the middle, which makes a pass on each side - double wind tunnel (unless you're in the middle close to that mountain). There's a cute little "Christmas card" of a church that has had its steeple & bell sitting on the ground of the leeward side since the 1880s, 'cause the wind kept taking it off. When it was being built, just framed in, the wind turned all the nice 90% angles of the beams and uprights trapezoidal. They had to push it back to square and then brace it like crazy to finish. (Personally, I would have taken that as a sign to build elsewhere, but what do I know.)
Moo - How did I manage to share with you but skip over PH? Seems like one of those trick pool shots where the ball jumps up in the air to miss the one in between.
We have a similar forget-how-to-drive-in-snow dynamic here, but also get all sorts of out-world-ers who don't know how in the first place. Every big storm they rush to the high country to ski with thousands of their friends... they have 4WD and don't understand that they don't have 4-wheel-stopping-power. The scariest part is the Big Rig drivers from Alabama or Texas that don't know how to drive in mountains, or winter, get their brakes hot and are many tons of all over the place, though that happens any time of the year. (I got to watch one burn its trailer to a collapsed shell last Summer. I noticed it was stopped on the bridge just past the off ramp of I-70, which is a weird spot to stop when there's much more room to pull off a hundred yards ahead. The driver was out of the cab looking concernedly at his drive wheels, then there was a tendril of smoke that got bigger and bigger. Suddenly little licks of flame began streaking up the front corners of his trailer, and kept going. Great huge clouds of black smoke roiled off. The interstate was shut down. Our fire department was doing what it could, but. The most intense part only took 15-20 minutes, and was fascinating to watch. The roof of the trailer fell in, leaving half-as-tall uprights on each corner and a stringy black frame-edge. All because the driver didn't know about Jake-braking and rode his regular brakes for a few miles (I bet the trailer brakes weren't set to grab first, too). Ah the aroma of Eau de Brake Linings and smoke wafting across the valley.
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