Across the flat plains of South Dakota, we started to see storms forming in the distance; lightening that looked dramatic across the horizon, and shards of rain touching the land away from the road. I stopped to try and photograph the lightening, but to no avail. True to my form, I lost track of time and shot frantically to try and capture a fork. Matt kept telling me to hurry up as the storm was approaching, but it took him a good ten minutes more to convince me that we needed to leave, NOW. He was right, further cemented by the wind that was now almost causing my tripod to lift. The storm raced in and engulfed the car, with lightening striking the road around us, and rains so intense that seeing where the front of the car ended was impossible at times. Even if there had been anywhere to pull over safely, we would have been no less in danger from the storm. To say I was a tad worried might have been an understatement at this point. When we got through the other side of it, the sense of relief was incredible. This may sound all just a bit dramatic, but I assure you if anything I am playing down the intensity of this event. So much so that I would happily say this is the most scared I have ever been in a car, and possibly in my life. The images may well appear dark, and they should. This is an accurate representation of how the sky really looked at around 3 o’clock on that afternoon.