Late Sunday night and early Monday morning I was driving across Nebraska during a spectacular thunderstorm. The lightening flashes were nearly constant, and for much of the night it was like driving across a vast disco floor. It was hypnotic and disturbing. When the rain finally began it was all I could do just to follow the vehicle in front of me, hoping they could see the painted lines better than I could.
And speaking of Nebraskan metaphysics, what in the world is a “Visitor and Water Interpretation Center”!? No. Don’t answer that. I’m sure it’s completely mundane, and I prefer to believe there is something more interesting to western Nebraska. As if unending plains and cosmic strobe lights weren’t enough.