Woke up to thunder and some rain, then spent the day watching a long stream of showers move NE across my route to Montana. Tomorrow promises to be a better riding day.
But this afternoon a line of severe weather approached from the west, with a tornado watch until this evening. Storm hit at 4:30pm, with lightning, strong wind gusts, and downpours, even some small hail. Still raining.
Earlier I chatted with my neighbor in the Bunkhouse Motel, David. Busted up old cowboy, living here a year and a half, being treated for a heart condition but still smoking cigarettes. His life spanned growing up and ranching off and on in the Pine Ridge Reservation, and years in Alaska doing construction and fishing (until the boat he and two partners had scraped together the money to buy sank on their third trip, out of Homer). He had been a rodeo bullrider, had broken legs and been nearly gored, but he also explained in detail his gentle and patient method of "breaking" horses-- really using sensory conditioning to establish trust. He showed me his pictures, including some of his "house" on the reservation.
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