Jun 092018
Thursday night I dragged my dead ass into Laramie, Wyoming, crawled into the first motel I found and promptly collapsed (as previously mentioned, getting the frak out of Denver earlier that day proved to be a ridiculous nightmare). Woke up Friday morning, hopped in the car and skedaddled for home. Only while I was driving away from Laramie did I hear about what had visited the place the day before I did: twisters.
You know, I kinda wish I’d seen that.