All ok for now
@Cattapilla. The clay is fat, anymore rain is fleeting directly toward the rising river, now. That is always a treat.
My daughter girls were with me. They got these photo’s.
We were driving West , into this.
We tucked under the leading edge.
Just when we arrived , the bottom drops out.
My son was following us, on his bike.
Poor kid didn’t have a wienie warmed up before the rain hits.
He is looking at me , like I got solutions ,,,
I told him he had about thirty seconds to get his helmet back on, or he would be the fourth kid in the back seat, on the way home.
He was booking out of the driveway in 60 flat.
Later, he told me, that it rained on him for the first mile. He stayed ahead of it, by making 100 km in 45 mins, with that beast over his left shoulder the whole way. Made it home dry, and the hail was beating the garage before he had the door closed.
Kid doesn’t smoke, drink, or do drugs. Imagine my smile, as he describes with all of exuberance’s passion , the ridiculousness of the vivid colours, the terrifying smell of the ionic charged prairie, the paranoia of culverting during a twister, the elation of racing against The Mother, the smug joy of evading demise.
Kid is high on life.
He is TwentyOne, and has a habit of spending his pay-checks on tools, and nice rides.
Hell, his older brother works a Mcjob , and lives in HIS basement.
As a Parent - I couldn’t be happier.
To funny.
Three or four devastating hailstorms here, in the last 10 years.
Everytime, my T bird was underground, in the shop, or out of town.
Streak continues.