The High Plains make me humble -- and careful -- there is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Cling to the earth, seek the low spots (but not a dry wash) and hope the wind and lightning won't be too bad. Oh, and don't forget the probable hail.
Damn, I love it out here, I surely do.
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