And we're not in heaven, we're in Iowa.
That's right. The Williams boys' roadshow took off Saturday from Lawrence, Kansas, headed up I-35, took a right on I-80 in Des Moines and wound its way across Iowa to Muscatine, home of the Hamptons, Meyers and Snyders (cousins, aunt and uncle).
While Kansas is always fun for the boys and myself (it's become a vacation home base), Iowa was a new experience for all. A vast expanse of flat amazed and bored on the six-hour drive to Muscatine (the only place on the Mississippi River were it travels east-west).
We're hanging with my cuz Stacey and her family, lounging by a pool, going to Quad Cities to a baseball game and doing just what you're supposed to on vacation -- NOTHING.
But the highlight of the trip so far for me is the awesome thunder and lightning storm on Saturday night. I a place that got tattooed by flooding and more flooding in the past two months, many Iowans are sick of rain. But for a California kid, the fury of a storm moving across the plains is a site to behold. Sunny all day Saturday, the clouds kicked up in the south about sunset, followed by flash lightning off in the distance. And then, as Midwest storms do, it rolled through with the subtlety of a right cross. Buckets of rain, booming thunder and lightning so bright I could count my freckles.
Of course, No. 1 got a little freaked about the tornado warnings flashing on the TV, but we assured him he'd have plenty of time to duck into the basement should the tornado siren actually go off.
We've got a day and a half left in Iowa before heading back to the Land of Ahs. A golf outing, a birthday party and perhaps some fireworks are probably in store.
And hopefully more severe weather.
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