I’m thinking you won’t hear from me tomorrow. We’re heading out very early to go to Rapid City. We probably won’t be back in Sioux Falls much before 6 or 7.
This afternoon we went to the Great Plains Zoo where Kyle and Ivan volunteer. While we were there, ominous clouds rolled in from the west. We hadn’t been there long before tornado warning sirens went off, and we were herded into a room that had no windows. We were there for about an hour. The zoo had obviously prepped for such events. They offered face-painting for the kids, snacks, and games. While we were waiting to be released, we heard hail pounding on the roof. Ken’s car has many little dimples that it didn’t have before! Ivan, who loves storms, was excited to see more than one twisting funnel in the clouds, but as far as I know nothing touched down.
After supper, Ken took us around to see some city parks. Beautiful, peaceful places, they took me back to my early years in southern Minnesota. Nothing like a midwestern town park. I could easily visualize 1890’s Gibson girls in high hairdo’s, hats, parasols, gauzy gowns, and high button shoes strolling with their beaux, who were dapper in straw hats, moustaches, and spats. There was even a band playing in one of the parks. We had a great time. Finally, picked up the boys from Civil Air Patrol. They looked so sharp in their dress blues. Proud of those guys.
All right, time to get back to the apartment and to bed.