So we left birdies with some nosh from YJ’s—the single most recommended eats to us in KC—mmmmmm, SO good. Then we got on the road.
This is what met us for…weeeeell, pretty much the ENTIRE ride up to Chicago:



That’s right folks. Like 10 hours of rain. Torrential rain. Rain that overpowered the sound of the radio as it wailed down on our trusty steed. Lots and lots of rain. I can’t say that I hated it (of course, I also can’t say that I drove during any of it either…thanks, huzzy!). I’ve always loved the rush I get from lightening, the burst of energy, the striking scene…gorgeous. I miss it in the Pacific NW. I sat for a good 30 minutes with my camera set to catch one of those darn things… never did. Lightning is fast, people. That’s why they say “Fast as lightning.”
***Song of the Moment: Crash Years, by The New Pornographers***





















