MCDuncanLab on Nostr: As we hurriedly pack up our things and trundle back to the car, Dad orders us around ...

As we hurriedly pack up our things and trundle back to the car, Dad orders us around with an angry shortness, that I now know is his panicked mode. The cloud looms large, occupying at least ¼ of the western sky, as we speed down the bumpy dirt roads as fast as the old VW bus can take us. When we finally hit the paved roads and can jump to 55 the cloud spans half the sky a menacing black growing by the minute, and we're driving straight towards it.