At the Close of the Day

We've spent the day, and yesterday evening too, skirting around the edges of storms. Its just by pure luck, not deliberately going out of route, that we are missing them. Last night as I drove from Casper, WY through Scottsblufff, NE and on to Ogallala, NE I watched an incredible show of God's fire works on all horizons. The lightening was constant, illuminating the clouds, and yet it never stormed on us.


Today after loading under beautiful sunny skies, Malcolm went to bed, and I took off from eastern CO to Laramie, WY, narrowly escaping the clutches of two nasty, though beautiful storms. There was a narrow opening of blue sky between them, and the road turned into the opening just as I thought I was going to enter the deluge I'd been watching for miles.


And now we are in Wyoming. Malcolm is driving, and I'll be turning in soon. There are still storms all around, and if there is anything more beautiful than a horizon full of glorious storm clouds, its those storm clouds illuminated by a Wyoming sunset. If not for the blurred for ground of this picture, it would probably be one of my favorite and best to date!