Well it’s official. I just got Punk’d by Mother Nature.
After the 35 mph Wacoan winds left me tentless in the scorching 96 degree heat and several bird friends from the trees above dropped triple bombs on me at the check-in desk, I marveled at what jokes the ole broad had up her sleeve. No, no… She didn’t stop there. As we approached Fayetteville, Gary’s truck thermometer plummeted to the high 40s. “Do we think Arkansas realizes it’s May?” I asked the crew as we set up the Airstream and turned on its heat for the first time ever.
9 hours, 5 layers, 3 hot chocolates and loads of horizontal rain later, I am proud to say I survived the magic tricks of Mother Nature and will be forever grateful to the kind Fayettevillian souls who brought me the socks and the hot chocolates.
-Natalie, the tour’s newly named EWM (Extreme Weather Magnet)