Here is a picture from just outside my tent. The sunset is God's canvas, the dust is a desert curse. Pictures speak for themselves. The wooden door is in place of the flaps to the entry of the tent. It helps with the coming and going, but in a real high sand storm, the wind can open the door and allow the sand to blow in. Then we have to clean everything. My Tent is number 4. Dust is always present, some of the areas here is like moon dust it is so fine and light.
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Looks like the Ritz-Carlton to me!
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