I've been in the Tri-Cities for six months and learned strong winds are pretty much a given here, but I'm amazed at how powerful the wind is at Southridge High School.
I went to Southridge for the first time last Tuesday for a softball doubleheader against Walla Walla. I spent less time focusing on the games and more time trying to figure out how to keep my notes from flying away. My nose was a dribbly mess. My eyes were watery. And I was cold. Oh, how I wished I could leave the game to run back for my coat, but I had a job to do. Luckily, Herald photographer Richard Dickin sensed my misery and lent me his coat until the first game was over. I rushed to my car and grabbed my coat, and I started to warm up more, but I was still a walking popsicle by the time I headed back to the office. My fingers took about two hours to regain feeling.
When I returned to Southridge on Monday to do interviews for an upcoming feature, I made sure I wore my coat and zipped it up to keep out the wind. Lo and behold, I wasn't a walking popsicle, but the wind still tried to rip my notes away. This time, I had a secret weapon: a clipboard. And I'm happy to report the clipboard won.