Thunderstorms

Another day on the road, traveling through rolling green hills with puffy white clouds and crisp, deep blue skies – spectacular. It seemed that hourly the scenes changed, small bushes, mostly gravel, rolling hills, rocky outcrops. They have a tiny tree called a saxal that seemed to be dominant in one are, yet you wouldn’t see one again for a hundred miles. You really never knew what you’d find next. The weather was also unpredictable. We’d have sweltering heat up in the 100’s one day and a comfortable 90 the next. Thunderstorms came up unexpectedly, well, I guess when it happens almost every afternoon they stop being unexpected, but they rarely brought rain with them. Then, one night we had a horrendous rainstorm, pelted the tent and soaked everything! (Stovepipes in the gers have an instant opening for allowing water inside, imagine that.)