7/6/99 was my greatest storm of all time. There was the initial gust front, then a lull, then a solid wall of white that raced across the lake from the NW. It looked like a heavy snow squall. I stood outside in an absolute whiteout of wind-whipped mist and enjoyed the smell of splintering pines. I saw basically nothing, but nothing has come close to the loudness of the wind ever since. It remains the only time wind has knocked over trees on my property.
A+, would enjoy again.
Tornado in Barnstead that day, too.