Wind hours
Snake River gusts are a file. Broadway is the handle.
Tomas names wind hours the way a highway desk names freeze-thaw. Dawn at Pinecrest is not noon at Sage Lakes.
Gust grit rides in the scoring after a hatchback sit on Shoup. Sand Creek then meets a rasp. Cart rags keep February crowns alive.
No one here peddles an altitude nickname. Stolen slope gets recrowned; the rest stays.