Frontier windstorms can shred drying laundry into strips instantly

Evidence

I had washed my one change of raiment, and though I never iron my clothes, I like to bleach them till they are as white as snow, and they were whitening on the line when some furious gusts came down from Long’s Peak, against which I could not stand, and when I did get out all my clothes were blown into strips from an inch to four inches in width, literally destroyed! — Isabella L. Bird, A Lady’s Life in the Rocky Mountains, 237

Categorization

• SEED: An essay angle on mountain wind as an active antagonist of domestic labor — the mundane chores that alpine gusts simply undo.
• CANDY: Clothes blown to ribbons by gusts you can’t even stand upright in is an absurd, tactile bit of daily-life color.