Recently have been overtaken by some midwest storms of biblical intensity. Our first Kansas storm came by night as we slept in a city park. One minute we were dreaming under the stars, the next we were dashing to an awning where we huddled behind a flimsy fortress of tarps and rain flies. The experience left me wary and has resulted in several calls to our on call weather service rep (Mom). Yesterday evening we cut short our plans for a 100+ mile day that was taking us right through the storm and turned in to a home with an open garage. Lightening, hail, and rain overtook the enormous sky, which was all much more enchanting from the safety of the Bean residence. They took us in until the storm passed...which turned out to be the next morning. The family lives along a natural gas pipeline in the middle of nowhere and are responsible for maintaining the compressor next to their house. You can see for miles out their front door. This morning Billy Bean could tell that it was still raining in the next town by glancing to the east. The photo below is the sliver of sky not swallowed by the evening storm.
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