We explore in a place with the distinction of having the dubious title of ‘most unpredictable weather ‘.

People joke that if you don’t like the weather, wait 10 minutes.

Here, that’s literally true.

Upon first arriving out here, searching for a place to reside (during a popular event), it began to hail along the interstate, where we happened to be.

Beginning with the mild smatterings one is typically used to, the clouds soon threw caution to the wind and let it all hang out.

It began to hail fiercely.

It became hail with a mission. The tiny angry hail pieces pounded the truck, bouncing off of the hood to the pavement, scurrying every which way and collected into the bed of the truck like snow.

Somewhat amused, we pulled off to the side of the interstate to wait it out along with everyone else, watching the growing pile of hail accumulating into the back.

Our adventures were starting off with a bang.

People who were out here to have a good time didn’t know what to make of this. Mother Nature seemed pissed. Shell-shocked bikers accumulated as fast as the hail did and spilled out from underneath the nearest overpass.

We made it to a rest area and got out to gawk at the handfuls of hail we scooped up and to shake it out of our bags. We could almost build snowmen out of it.

Welcome to the wild west!