We had some of the loudest thunder that we have experienced in a very long time...at least, outside Oklahoma and Kansas.
It rained until around noon, then quit for the rest of the afternoon...and we never saw the sun...that settled it, we were done here in Carlyle. Al and Kim took the high transport header trailer up to the combine at the wheat field to load the straight head. They got it loaded, then moved it over to a high spot in the canola field we had done along the highway.
They came back to the yard with the combine, then got the pickup head strapped down so we could take it north. Gerry Prevost was passing through on his way from ND to get the pickup truck that Al had brought up a while back. He offered to move the pickup head to Yorkton for us, since he wasn't pulling anything else with the truck.
We had supper in the house before Marg went up to the casino for a slots tournament and we came back to the camper. Al got the call that Gerry was going to be late, so he got Kim to follow him into Carlyle so he could leave Gerry's truck at the Coop cardlock. It was a very good thing they did that.
About a half hour after they got back to the farm, the sky lit up with constant lightning and the heavens opened up. It poured...hard. It had been pouring for an hour or so and Marg still hadn't gotten back from her tournament.
It was kind of a white knuckle drive, but she managed to get back to the farm, but the road was starting to flood. And there was no sign of let up.
Tomorrow, we see what the rain gauge holds...
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