Not really; but it was raining by the time we got to the Front Range.
Afternoon thunderstorm. Crashes and booms. Hail too. The last loudest lightning strike had a very “clangy” reverberation to it. We think it hit one of the metal picnic table shelters.
We’re settled in at St Vrain State Park. We can visit Becky and family from here.
3,037 miles to Fairbanks.
Dinner with John B. and Kip.
Here is the spot we left at Jackson Lake State Park.
And the morning light.