Carley did not enjoy ascending it, but she preferred the going up to coming down.

It took half an hour to climb.
Once up on the flat cedar-dotted desert she was met, full in the face, by a hot dusty wind coming from the south.

Carley searched her pockets for her goggles, only to ascertain that she had forgotten them.

Nothing, except a freezing sleety wind, annoyed and punished Carley so much as a hard puffy wind, full of sand and dust.

Somewhere along the first few miles of this road she was to meet Glenn.