The old farmer I spoke with when I first moved to western Nebraska summed up the climate here perfectly: “It’d be paradise if not for the wind and the hail.”
I get kind of leery about biking to work in the springtime when there is a higher probability of storms. This morning, it was really humid. Eerily humid.
These two photos, of my arrival at work yesterday and today, illustrate the difference:
I probably should have paid closer attention to the weather. Instead, I took a glance at the sky around 4:30 p.m., a quick glance at the radar, and decided I needed to head home NOW!
I wound up bucking 30-mile-per-hour headwinds and thinking about where I might shelter if the storm hit mid-route.
I was very lucky that the storm passed to the north.
Here’s a photo of a hailstone that fell northwest of Bayard, which local radio station KNEB posted to their Storm Center Twitter account:
It would hurt reeeeal baaaad to get hit by that.
So today, Juneathon Day 3, I lounge on the couch after my homeward spring storm sprint, grateful and wobbly-legged.
Copyright 2014 by Katie Bradshaw, except hail photo copyright KNEB