The winds have been ferocious, strong enough that I almost didn't take the boys down the mountain to the park this morning, but since they don't care about wind or rain as long as they can have an adventure, we went anyway.
Things seemed calmer in town, more a stiff breeze than Cat 1. I parked by the Arts Center, we walked across one edge of the soccer field to the path between the park and the old VA cemetery and began to stroll toward the river. A cop drove into the parking lot, went to the end, turned and parked. I'm now walking toward his car, though still about twenty feet or so away when out of nowhere this incredible blast of wind strikes.
I was knocked back about five feet, literally just hammered almost off my feet. The air was suddenly filled with swirling leaves and dust. Ozzy--the 9-lb wonder--was rolled like a ball for several dizzying spins, but Max, 18-lbs of solid, was literally lifted into the air about six inches, then dropped into the grass several feet away. For a brief moment, Max became Toto and there wasn't a single thing I could do...
Except laugh like a crazy person. Seriously, it was wild and scary, and so totally unexpected, there was nothing else to do but laugh. And then it was gone.
The cop immediately drives his car toward me and rolls down his window. "You alright?"
I'm still half stunned, half laughing. "Wow, that was bizarre."
He looks at Max, who has now glued himself like Velcro to my left leg, then looks back at me and smiles. "Thought he was going airborne for a minute there."
I reach down to reassure Max, then call Oz to me to make sure he's okay after rolling like a child's toy. As I'm picking leaves and debris out of his long hair, I say, "For a minute there, he was."
We both start laughing. He reminds me to beware of falling/snapping limbs from all the trees that line the river and drives off. The rest of the walk is quiet, uneventful--except for my occasional bursts of laughter.