The Real Windy City

This is in response to Gabriela's post. She's not the only one who's lived somewhere with weird monuments.

I grew up in a small town on the prairies of southern Alberta Canada.

The wind was always blowing.

I have seen a golfer hit a shot into the wind that in calm conditions would have been a 250 to 300 yard drive, but because of the wind, only went about 50 feet.

As kids we used to hold our jackets out like sails and ride our skate boards under wind power.

The trees in town all tilted to the east, because the prevailing wind was from the west.

I hated the wind, but it gave us something to be proud of. Something we could complain about and brag about at the same time.

The town finally erected a monument to the wind - a giant wind gauge:



You think that's bad? We thought this was just little breeze. When it was sticking straight out, parallel to the ground... Now that was a WIND!!!!!