Remember how windy it was in Montana? Well, I think it was just gathering speed on its way to Wyoming. OMFG! I’ve read that the locals have as many names for the wind as the Eskimos have for snow. I believe that to be true. Most of them of the four letter variety. Once again I added to the vortex of sound with my own stream of expletives. The wind won this one and we called the painting Mariah.