Assume the point of view of one of the people in the scene or add a character of your own.
I climbed on top of the jeep, spitting sand out of my mouth. The wind spun another gust into my face, and I wiped sand from my eyes.
“They’re coming! They’re coming!” our guide pointed to the shapes blurred in the dancing sand.
Clearing my eyes again, I looked through the viewfinder of my camera. After tracking the herd for a month, I could not miss this shot. As long as the wind didn’t get stronger, I could do it.
“What a way to make a living,” Dean muttered, brushing sand from his grizzled beard.
Spitting again, I grinned, and the sand tried to burrow into my teeth. “I wouldn’t want to be any place else.”