Growing up in Las Vegas, I saw some pretty good sandstorms. Once, my mom sent me to the drugstore, which was only about 3 blocks away. I bought whatever it was she needed and stopped by the door to look at the latest issue of MAD :blush: and when I looked up again, I couldn't see across the street! I literally walked all the way home, feeling my way. Had to keep my eyes closed and use a big red bandanna as a nose filter. Other than that, no problem. About five minutes after I got home: blue skies and all the other signs of a typical Vegas summer day. Dad and I "warsht" the cars the next day.
Yep. A while later I moved to "Warshington."
Phoenix has had a brutal summer so far, and it isn't even a week yet. 118° a couple days ago. That tops the hottest Vegas day I can remember: 114°.