As I drove through a small town in a remote part of Arizona, a huge dust devil blew across the highway. I slowed down to avoid it and could see a person, clad in a white t-shirt and blue jeans, trying to outrace the whirlwind. He was able to elude the main part and get into a store building before it hit. All of the cars behind me slowed as well. No one wanted to drive into that red-brown mess.
The dust devil may well have been the most interesting event in that area. I thought, "Who in the hell would want to live out here?" and then I accelerated.