Funny word. Haboob. Sounds anatomical.
Got Milk? I got Haboob. Or two. That’s better.
But actually, a haboob is a type of desert storm.
And I survived the desert storm.
We were visiting friends in Phoenix, and two days before we were scheduled to leave, we met the haboob head on. We had just returned to the house from dinner and looked up into the sky to see this:
It was just like those movies in the desert where a wall of sand is crashing down upon you like some huge, dirty tidal wave. Well, that’s just what it looked like to us. I’m glad we didn’t get caught driving in that!
It was the worst sand storm our Phoenix friends (who took the pictures) had seen since they moved there several years ago.
It got to the point where you couldn’t see the houses across the street. The wind howled through the roof vents. The pool in the backyard looked like some muddy swamp in a horror movie. But it passed quickly, which I suppose happens when the winds are traveling 60 mph. It left everything dirty in its wake, despite a small amount of rainfall that followed it. We saw one plane flying across the front of it. We didn’t hear about any crashes so I assume they made it through the storm okay.
We survived the haboob! Bring on the habeer!