Custer , South Dakota-21 miles from Mt. Rushmore
Yesterday began in Iowa City at 7:30am and ended in Custer at 10:30 pm. Dire weather was predicted complete with hail, tornadoes and flooding. I stopped for lunch still in Iowa at 11:30am and got a call from a contractor who deleted an email he needed to make a Monday deadline. Wound up in a McDonalds just over the South Dakota border and smiled at the smelly cattle trucks that rolled in as I rolled out. It is great to see that local color is still alive.
2pm Outside Sioux Falls
The huge western sky began to go dark eggplant to the north. In big sky country, the weather is in your face and very intimidating. I know you shouldn’t pull over on the Interstate unless you really have to–but the colors were stunning and constantly evolving. churning blues, violets and greys over lime and wheat, bronze and inky forest green.
I tucked under a cement overpass along with several other cars and biked and watched the skies let loose an ocean that wailed over us for a good half hour. Then, as if there were no more tears to cry, the storm sniffled past and left a spectacular release of emotional magenta and slate tinted curls of clouds suspended like spent cocoons.
Eventually, the pinks faded as the sky settled into a subdued aftermath. The western skies are possibly the most mesmerizing thing about the vast and expanding landscape-huge, fickle, magnificent, stunning.