Kickapoo Nation Reservation
We were nearing our destination for the day watching the darkening skies ahead.
Suddenly my phone blared at me.
That alone scared me enough.
Then I read it.
Okay, more scared now.
Just after I read that the blast of rain hit hard, followed by winds so intense that I could barely keep the RV going in a straight line. This all happened with the suddenness of broken shoelace.
Mercifully the Kickapoo Casino was less than a quarter mile ahead and I pulled in. I backed into a spot facing into the windstorm and then things went really bad. I couldn’t even see the casino. The wind buffeted the RV from all sides. “Okay, this is it. We’re done for.”
I thought Beans had went down into her hidey-hole as I couldn’t find her. Finally I found her right there in the overhead looking at me. What a brave little girl.
Within an hour it was over and we were okay (that is when I took the photo below), but I was worn to a frazzle. I decided to just stay the night where we were in the parking lot.
I shot a half minute of video but don’t know if this will show until it is published on the blog.
If it doesn’t show all I can say is the scene reminded me of those you see in the Arctic where the snow is whipped up across the frozen ice.
The next day in the nearby town of Horton I saw a few trees down and three power line poles lying alongside a cornfield, wires still attached. Tree limbs were scattered everywhere. One cornfield where the corn was two feet high now the stalks lay at a forty-five degree angle. In the field itself were long twisted pieces of sheet metal. Down the road I saw the barn roof they were peeled away from. This bird family lost its home. Their two babies lay nearby. Mama and papa were up in the tree chirping their loss.