Of course the 'real' locals who were here for thousands of years knew just how to do it.
Pack up their stuff, move downwind by some water, then let 'er rip? [Edit: I should have tyed 'upwind'. I blame myself for this error and thank crust brother for the correction.]
Anyway, back in the 80s, was out at Borax Lake by the Alvord salt pan....swimming in what is more or less a giant fizzy hotspring.
Day before, walked out a ridge to the Gunsite* (a gap in a ridge) on top of Steens Mt, where there are also these somewhat largish spinx months** (they look like speckled small hummingbirds).
Anyway, towards dusk we start to head back to Burns and decide to stop by the Malheur Wildlife Refuge building and were amazed/irritated by the number of flying insects and then the bats eating said insects. We were feeling both insects and bats brushing against us in the feeding frenzy and beat a hasty retreat to the car.
On the road out of there, in the distance of the yellow hi-beams ('64 Dodge Dart with unkillable underpowered slant 6), there was this ghostly apparition on the side of the road, like some Messianic figure in white. As we got closer, turned out to be a very huge looking white owl (Snowy Owl?) standing on a dead dear, with its wings outstretch and not at all going to be chased off by a pair of headlights. We drove slowly past it, watching it watch us.
Good times.
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PS
Took Sweetie-pie there in the 90s on a camping trip. Amazing stars at night, and in the riparian areas, stacks and stacks of very hungry mosquitos.