It is easier to get interested in where you are camped if you can visualize motion. High winds in Nevada certainly got that ball rolling, yesterday. It was cold, too. What little moisture there was in the air condensed into thick clouds that hugged and obscured the mountains. At times, the clouds looked like thick fog that wanted to slowly creep down from the mountains, like an airborne glacier, or better yet, like the thousand-foot-thick ramp of gravel that had crept down from the mountains. The geologists call them 'alluvial fans', and I was camped on one.
Away from the mountains, the high winds were blowing the clouds into lenticular clouds. They are fun to look at. (Lenticular, the bean lentil, and a glass lens are all cognate.)
The gravel was small and rounded where I am camped. You notice things like that when you identify as a mountain bike tire or dog paw. Since I am camped closer to the bottom than the top of the alluvial ramp, it probably makes sense that the gravel would be small and rounded. We'll see if the gravel becomes larger and sharper if I ride uphill a few miles.
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