As we drove down I70, tumbleweeds scampered across the highway, in a headlong rush from the storm. Some even clung to our trailer, thinking we could save them.
But we discovered that the fleeing ones knew more than us. Of course, the tumbleweeds live there, and we are but strangers passing through.
At our quaint, albeit nice, little park in Seibert, we set up our computers and learned of a tornado watch in our area. And a tornado warning 50 miles away.
We prepared our few possessions and our disinterested dog to move into the hosts' storm shelter. Also readied the RV to quickly close the slides to minimize possible damage.
Thunder, lightning, winds, but thankfully no tornado.
Next time we will consider the opinions of tumbleweeds. Who knew?
Bruce
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