“Sometimes if you be really quiet you can almost hear them!” I like that. Felt the same way about the Badlands here in South Dakota. The wind and the ground itself speak volumes about those who stood on that ground long ago and called it home. Sometimes Nature is quite audible when she is angry. We were caught in a tornado there that landed halfway betwen our campsite and the KOA campground 15 miles to the south. Our tent was destroyed, we were soaked, but intact. And then the late afternoon sun emerged! Tent now in the dumpster, we headed for Rapid City that night, the storm clouds in the rear view mirror, a towering monster of billowing white, orange and purple.
Rick and I saw a lot of storms traveling, but that was the most violent one we had been through. The image of those clouds as we drove away was burned into memory. I still have the sweatshirt I bought up at the Ranger station after the tornado passed. It was the only dry thing I had. Fortunately, we had stored all our music euipment and guitars with the Rangers in their office when we arrived at the camp. When we went up to collect our gear later, Rick saw three Rangers sitting quitely in the office. At the time, we didn’t know exactly what kind of weather had hit us. He asked them if there was a tornado associated with that storm. All three turned and nodded solemnly . Not a word spoken…
This is the kind of photo that makes me want to go back in time to meet the people who lived in the place before it was abandoned. It is a grave marker to lives lived and hopes lost. Great photo, Baz!
“Sometimes if you be really quiet you can almost hear them!” I like that. Felt the same way about the Badlands here in South Dakota. The wind and the ground itself speak volumes about those who stood on that ground long ago and called it home. Sometimes Nature is quite audible when she is angry. We were caught in a tornado there that landed halfway betwen our campsite and the KOA campground 15 miles to the south. Our tent was destroyed, we were soaked, but intact. And then the late afternoon sun emerged! Tent now in the dumpster, we headed for Rapid City that night, the storm clouds in the rear view mirror, a towering monster of billowing white, orange and purple.
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Oddly, I would love to see that!
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Rick and I saw a lot of storms traveling, but that was the most violent one we had been through. The image of those clouds as we drove away was burned into memory. I still have the sweatshirt I bought up at the Ranger station after the tornado passed. It was the only dry thing I had. Fortunately, we had stored all our music euipment and guitars with the Rangers in their office when we arrived at the camp. When we went up to collect our gear later, Rick saw three Rangers sitting quitely in the office. At the time, we didn’t know exactly what kind of weather had hit us. He asked them if there was a tornado associated with that storm. All three turned and nodded solemnly . Not a word spoken…
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Love this!
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This is the kind of photo that makes me want to go back in time to meet the people who lived in the place before it was abandoned. It is a grave marker to lives lived and hopes lost. Great photo, Baz!
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And that is one of the things I love about these places. Sometimes if you be really quiet you can almost hear them!
cheers, Baz
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