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Who's peekin' out from under a stairway Calling a name that's lighter than air Who's bending down to give me a rainbow Everyone knows it's Windy

Who's tripping down the streets of the city Smilin' at everybody she sees Who's reachin' out to capture a moment Everyone knows it's Windy

And Windy has stor-my eyes That flash at the sound of lies And Windy has wings to fly Above the clouds (above the clouds) Above the clouds (above the clouds)

And Windy has stor-my eyes That flash at the sound of lies And Windy has wings to fly Above the clouds (above the clouds) Above the clouds (above the clouds)

Who's tripping down the streets of the city Smilin' at everybody she sees Who's reachin' out to capture a moment Everyone knows it's Windy

In an effort to treat my culture shock, brought on by the return to my parents' small town, I decided to take a short vacation with some friends. We decided to go camping in Goblin Valley.

Unfortunately our adventures were less than stellar due to the windy conditions. We did get some good laughs as we tried to use a tarp as a wind shield (it failed miserably.) We also had adventures with practically eating the dirt flying through the air, a restless night due to continued high winds and an wonderful wake-up call facilitated by the collapse of our tent. Despite the heat and wind (and eventually a thunderstorm) we had a good time camping and hiking.

Other trip festivities included: getting rained out on our second night of camping, running out of gas, stopping at a vault toilet rest-stop with little-to-no cell phone service and eventually being rescued by a nice trucker who allowed us to siphon some of his diesel into our truck. All in all, it was a most memorable trip.