In Montana, June always brings one last good snowstorm. It’s as if mother nature just needs to relieve herself one last time before our two beloved months of solid, sunny weather. Everyone here knows this and is somewhat prepared. We were not, however, prepared for what happened yesterday:
Here’s a pic I found, taken by Andy Meehan, of the hail that fell in our fair town yesterday. Now, it didn’t take much research to find out that this isn’t that uncommon, especially in parts of the country such as Oklahoma or other places I wouldn’t want to live. But, for this Arizonan, I found the experience downright morbid and unsettling.
The hail fell hard, breaking windows, denting cars, and scaring the shit out of dogs throughout Bozeman. Our beloved van, Rocinante, had two of her own windows damaged. Keep in mind, these aren’t “Let’s just run to the auto glass store and replace them” windows.. No, they are much more like “Wow, I haven’t seen these manufactured since the early 90s” RV conversion windows. I believe her resale value just took a dive comparable only to BP’s stock value. Our once pristine trailer is now riddled with dimples (of the unflattering variety) and landlords all over town are facing a barrage of complaints. I wouldn’t be surprised if the damage caused reaches into the millions.
The forecast today and tomorrow calls for more thunderstorms, so I must go now to buy plywood, food supplies, and rosary.