What my daughter and I didn't know on our recent drive from Wisconsin to Utah, is that this spectacular display of color and light was leading us directly to the edge of hell!
Jetting down the road at 80 mph I snapped as many photos of this stunning monstrosity as possible in hopes that I could lock forever in my mind what I knew a camera could not adequately capture.
Minutes after a burst of brilliant light from the mouth of the behemoth, we heard radio reports of a severe storm warning ... you know, the type that interrupts your favorite programming. ...
Exactly at the mile marker predicted in the weather report, our vehicle began to be slammed with huge hail pellets. If there could be such a condition as "white out" with hail, I think we reached it. Not because there was so much hail, but because of the accompanying wind, rain and who knows what pounding against us. Blinded by the watery chaos we headed to the nearest approximate freeway exit.
Soon we found ourselves joined by several other vehicles at a gas station and chose the downwind side to wait out the fury of the tempest.
After just minutes the violent downpour turned to a soothing rain, then that too disappeared. As we rejoined our journey to the West, I found myself awestruck and totally thankful I could experience such a powerful expression of Nature. I hope I never recover!
