Arrived in Amarillo, wearing a cowboy hat as I did my last trip through here, thirty years ago. Just as I pull into the Fort Amarillo RV Park (yes, this is a real place, and it's really kind of cute) the skies turn dark and the wind starts up. The very nice proprietor tells me not to worry. There is a storm cellar on site. I get to sit through my first tornado warning in many years, whilst camping in a problematic Bertha. Wind, rain, thunder, lightening. But no hail...yet. Last night, he saws, they got some "little' hail. Only grape size. Sometimes they get golf ball size. He'd let us know if that was coming.
Weather clears and I decide to talk Otis for a walk. He is limping from some unknown injury. Just as we reach the "dog park" the lightening starts again. Back to Bertha we go. As the wind really starts to pick up and the lightening is really putting on a show, the cover to the ceiling fan blows off, leaving a 12 inch hole in the roof with heavy rain starting to fall. So, Spiderman like, I have to climb up the ladder, onto the slippery wet roof, with lightening coming down all around me and retrieve the cover, replace it over the hole as best I can and skeedaddle it back down the ladder, almost falling twice. Have to remove the inside cover of the fan and use a couple of bungee cords to attach the cover to various things inside, thus leaving only a drip of water coming through that I stand holding a cup to catch until this storm passes. They say this could go on all night. I sense a sleepless one is upon me.
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