Sometimes the ride just grinds you down, down, down and right into the sandy desert ground. We fought a driving headwind all morning on our second day in Inner Mongolia, making progress at a snail's pace. In the afternoon, the pavement on the national highway disappeared, and we were left with desert dust, rocks and coal-carrying trucks. The headwind of course, never abated. Suffice it to say, it was a bad day. Photo by Pete.
I’ll spare Mammaw & not add this picture to her digital frame.