Same thing for me when I lived in Idaho Falls, ID between June 1973 to June 1975. Seemed the wind never, ever stopped. I had lots of hair back then, and it was always blown into a mess by the time I'd walked the 300 yards to school. I wasn't smart enough to carry a small comb, so I'd get to my first class with my hair a screamin' disaster.The one thing I noticed when I was in Utah was the wind was always blowing.
I hated Idaho; just hated it. I went back to my home there in Summer 2004 and knocked on the door. The owner answered, I told her who I was and she invited me in to tour my home from 29 years previous. She'd done a great deal of remodeling, although the bedroom for my brother and I was still the same color. The furnace room my dad had spent hundreds of hours turning into a bedroom for my younger sister had been gutted. A passageway between the downstairs living room and the laundry room had been filled-in. The breakfast counter in the upstairs kitchen had been removed. It was her house, so she had every right to do with it what she wanted.