In eastern Washington, the wind is a constant battle. I mean a CONSTANT battle. One that you will not win if you have hair longer than a buzz cut. That made taking pictures on this particular day very difficult. In probably three quarters of the pictures taken my hair was a big mass in front of my face, completely uncontrollable. On the up side I found this new spot to take pictures while riding the bus home from class one day. These hills go on for miles and miles and make for quite the pretty backdrop.