So far, despite the fear mongering weather heads, SlowBoken has been decidedly delightful, with nary a flake of the snow I'm told is arriving everyday. So last night in Kansas was perhaps appropriatley, the most raucuous weather yet. While I crossed the time zone watching lightning off to the south east I failed to notice how much lighning there happened to be to the north west. Upon setting up a fairly minimal camp next to some hay bales I called Ivin and remarked on the 360 degree lightning show and stars above. Of course that didn't last long and the wind that proceeded to buffet my wee bivy sack, along with the rain and hail, (but no snow!) was unlike any I can recall, and not just in SlowBoken. In any event it's almost a tail wind and onwards I proceed, with Kansas so far as the most wicked weather yet.