wacky wednesday wanderings

passing through denver was far, far from the end of our wednesday wanderings. our goal was the colorado/nebraska border and the town of gothenburg. the koa guide proudly proclaimed that we would be treated to a taste of british hospitality on the western edge of the nebraska frontier.

the flatlands of colorado were rather dull and uneventful after the thrills and chills of the new age age clone atecture dominating the beauty of god's mountains. mile after mile of rather mundane scenery. a landscape dominated by the sites and smells of cattle feeding on the prairie grass providing the once sweet air with a brand new perfume.

8:00 p.m. arrived with the weather promising electrical storm activity along the nebraska border. which of course just happened to be our evening destination.

anxious anticipation did not begin to describe the sense of adventure i was feeling at the moment. in my spare time i am a weather junky which does not mix well with living in california as there are only two types of weather. clear or wet. sure every once in a great while mother nature tossed a rather dull electrical storm my way or a good windstorm for my entertainment. in reality the only way to be a weather freak in california was to get my fix from national geographic or the discovery channel.

this would be my first opportunity to experience weather, real weather that my friends in the prairie states had promised was a normal occurance this time of year.

of course with every cloud comes not only a silver lining but a change of plans. our intended campground appeared to be directly in the storms path and a tent beneath a tree did not seem to be the safest of choices for riding out the electrical outbursts.

we had been on the road since 2:00 p.m. so a good six hours of driving had been completed.

with the anticipation of storm activity i chose to continue driving rather than pay at this point for a motel room. checking the map i made the rather ambitious decision to cover the entire state of nebraska in one night and arrive at our thursday campground early in the a.m.

best laid plans of mice and men have a way of changing right before our eyes. little did i know what the morning had in store for us.