I guess you have to know how terrified I am of lightening to really appreciate this. But I say to my cowboy: "I think that storm is coming our way" He's says: "No it's headed south, away from us." I ride on, not quite believing him but . . he is the boss, right?
I say: "I really think that storm is coming our way." He says: "It'll be quite a while before it gets here." I ride on, not quite believing him but . . . he is the boss, right?
The feeling in the air changes to muggy and still and without a word he turns and heads back to the trailer. I follow; after all he is the boss, right? On the way there I hear grumbling (and not from me).
Just as we finished loading up it starts to spit. Whew! It's already pretty wet driving through the lease so we decide it might be more prudent to go the long way around, on pavement. About a 35-40 minute drive.
About here we stop and put the dogs in the back seat of the new truck ( that we are only using on the lease because the work truck has a broken wheel and has to sit in the field till we can pay for the repairs) which the cowboy swore they would never be allowed to do.
Yup, that was a good idea.
The back side of the storm. I didn't get any of the lightening in a picture but it was there along with all that huge grumbling. Another day, not hit by lightening, life is good.