By Elliot Jackson It was not going to be a great day for a road trip in the central mountain high country – one of those spring days where you can only tell the sun is shining because the dirt clouds, whirled into the air by the wind, are shimmering slightly; and gusts of that same wind nudge your car around on the road as if it were a toy. I watched one of these dirt clouds spin up into an improbably towering funnel shape the other day as I was cruising the back roads of the hamlet of Coaldale, ...