When I was a kid I was pretty certain I was going to grow up to be a storm chaser. (And a teacher, and an architect, and at least eight other things. I like being busy, I guess.) I’ve always loved rain and storms and I still get distracted by clouds more than I’d like to admit.
I’d love to throw some romantic paragraphs in here about this part of our road trip, some perfect words telling tales of sailing through the Rockies, meandering river to one side and stunning peaks to the other, peaceful alpine meadows slipping past the windows as we rolled down the windows to let in cool mountain air.