You know what really grinds my gears?
When it’s not blowing the weed smell from Boulder, the smog from Denver, or smoke from a wildfire, it’s busy blowing me around. Chicago claims that it is the windy city, but I would venture to say that it is Golden. There are numerous canyons that seem to funnel the wind right to wherever I am. At my dwelling, my windows can be completely closed, and when the wind reaches its peak velocity, my blinds actually move with gusts. This is truly ridiculous. The only people that actually benefit from the mighty rushing wind are those parasailers that launch off of Lookout Mountain. Heck, even they sometimes get negatively impacted. I have seen one over by Colorado Mills and one about a mile north on Highway 93, both on their cell phones calling for one of their buddies to come pick them up. The unpredictable wind had obviously taken them far away from their preferred landing zone.