Tired of Nebraska Weather?

Wait a few minutes. It will change. That is the running joke. The reality is not far off. Entering an extended event underneath the prairie winds is a crap shoot. Sometimes you get poured on (see Trans-Iowa April 29th) and sometimes you are shined on. On the 27th, the day of the Twelve Hour Race at Branched Oak I woke up to sheeting, pouring rain. By the time I was off work it was dry, albiet muggy. Stiff winds blew for most of the night, pushing air through the tent enough to stay cool while napping between laps.

























Dawn on the 28th threatened misery but delivered glory. A giant system of thunderclouds pushed north overhead hurling lightning closer than comfortable. Just out of range except to spit, its edge passed over us while the rising sun illuminated the changing sky and revealed a rainbow and a golden morning.




































Tired from work all day, no sleep and lots of night riding? Sure. Tired of Nebraska weather? Hardly.