Best wind story of mine:

Was 14 years old. Family vacation out to the Rocky Mountains, father wanted to go up to the top of Pikes Peak, in Manitou Springs Colorado. Long drive up on a dirt road - this was long, LONG before it was paved - and my mother was just freaking out the whole time with the sheer drop-offs along the road.

Finally make it to the top, and it's freakin' FREEZING. We weren't really dressed for the temp change, so we bundle up as best we can. My dad ends up wearing a leather jacket and a baseball cap.

This baseball cap is.. now, lost to humanity. It was windy at the top of the mountain, see, and up there with all the rocks, the wind can shift directions

fast. We're taking a family photo, another tourist holding my dad's camera. At that moment, a gust of wind comes, and just blows my dad's hat off his head. My mom looks all worried as the tourist is getting ready to take the picture, and asks, "Aren't you going to get it?" She says, and my dad, calm as all getout, lifts his hand over his head and says, "Nah, another one will be by soon." Not less than 5 seconds later, a hat - a

differenthat is just blown into his hand. Without a word he sets it on his head and smiles for the picture. He has that picture framed down in his room at their house.

He gave the hat back - he admitted that he saw the other hat get blown off someone else, but didn't expect to actually catch it.

HIShat blew off the side of the mountain, and .. as far as I know, never retrieved.

To this day, I look back at that moment in pride and awe, to be able to just have the cards (hats?) fall like that to make such a performance.