Wednesday: rain in Utah, snow above in its mountains, and hail in high winds of Wyoming.
Thursday: sitting in a Topekan cellar waiting out a twister.
Altogether: driving ‘cross the salt plains and into Salt Lake City at eightish, with the sun lightin’ up the green hills surrounding town. Whitecaps looming past Wyoming’s southern horizon, only coming true in Colorado as we rolled through at the start of a Rockies game. Post-twister pre-nightline Eastern Kansas where the cumulus pinked and blacked.
Though this is less about me and more about the trip, driving 24 hours in two days got tired. Even my dog was bored, refusing to get back in the car at rest stops. Never want to set the tent up in the dark again and glad to be in a Kansan hotel for several days. Next in our queue? Louisiana, Appalachia, the Eastern Seaboard, the Bible Belt, and the Southwest.
