Clouds of Dust

I spent the weekend going mudbogging with my friends at the sand dunes in Moses Lake. There were plenty of beautiful clouds there...

most of the clouds I encountered there were the heavier, dirtier, grittier type.

If it wasn't clouds of flying, splatting mud, it was vast, choking clouds of dust that permeated the cabs of all the rigs, along with our hair and clothes. The clouds of gnats were everywhere in the mornings, and clouds of flies in the evenings.

The best clouds were the clouds of campfire smoke I can still smell in my coat.