As I set here in the Wyoming Visitors Center parking lot, in my 16 ft, Ford 350 Super Duty moving truck, I am being rocked back and forth, as though I were in my little Toyota mini-SUV.
There were more storms in store for my enjoyment, it seems, as I traveled westbound, along I-90, into Wyoming. It was a delightful change of pace, after the drudgery of crossing Iowa & South Dakota, with the dominant heat wave oppressing the region.
Right as I was entering Wyoming, the most majestic storm I've ever witnessed, appeared before me. I don't believe I'll ever forget that moment, and watching it approach, from the hill upon which the Visitor center was perched. "Good things come to those who wait."
A collection of writings to share the goings on of our little family, having returned to the Pacific Northwest, after four years of living in the state of Missouri.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
That wasn't the only storm I saw...
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