Before we head to bed we take a moment to see the stars,the galaxy and breathe.
It’s a good day.
Abercrombie and I wake and walk up to a peak. The morning is so beauticul and interesting. A breathe of fresh air…
We walk back through a river, a field of sage and mint, a wonderful walk, and a good time.
Abercrombie and I get back and make some wonderful eggs, mushrooms, kielbasa and cheese scramble.
We relax and meet four German girls who are interested in brewing coffee. They are doing their own trip across the country. We recommend our favorites from last year – horse thief lake, rushmore, and other wonders on our way.
We head out in the afternoon to Wall. The itinerary was the store, view the vistas, and gas up.
We drove part of the park loop. Stopping every now and then to take a photo.
Abercrombie, first time with a telephoto lense, sets up a shot. Out of focus. Maddog thinks Pablo should give a tutorial. I step on the running boards ready to walk to the passenger side.
Rule A. Make sure you put the van in park. Rule to superceed all other rules.
Thanks maddog! i throw in park and give a quick lesson.
We drive, take photos and enjoy the scenery.
We head off to Wall Drug. We do the touristy thing. Gifts and the like.
Abercrombie grabs a five cent cup of coffee. I grab a vanilla soft serve, and maddog gets a choclate malt.
We fill up with ice and gas.
We come back to the national park. Use our pass to enter.
We head to the campsite and were stopped by the buffalo in the road.
We watched Harold and Kumar and cooked the food.
A priceless day… Photos coming soon…
Ok. 1 am Saturday.
Blam. Bam. Crack.
I see right through the tent walls a white flash. I hear the tat, tat, tat … Ever increasing.
I text maddog – dishes are done. We left some out overnight.
My heart is racing…. I tell myself. Calm the heck down.
10 minutes later i fall asleep to the tat tat tat.
I wake up again to the second storm. I check the ground under the tent. Everything is still dry.
Crack. Blam. Bam.
Tat tat tat
I hear a car alarm go off. The disarm. The slam and see the folks finding shelter in their car.
My hand is shaking. I find keys. I find shoes. I am ready to run and open the truck.
I text maddog stay low. I get the reply i am.
I tell myself to calm down.
I fall asleep to the tat tat tat of the rain.
The final storm of the night rolled in irty minutes later. The final cracks of thunder… The tat tat i fall back asleep.
We wake up and comment about the hands of heaven reaching down and slapping us awake in the night.
Pancakes and hashbrowns… We reminise of the night.