On one of my return trips from Mt. Rushmore I had forgoten to check the weather and took the yellow reep wrangler without its top on. The weather turned bad about fifteen minuets after leaving the site and I could see the storm out in the distance headign tword the area i was going. It became a race to see who would get back to the cabin first, I was determined to get there as dry as posible and that storm was just as dertemined to soak me to the core. One of the pictures above is a picture i took of the edge of the storm as i was racing down the road trying to beat it back to the house. I was lucky enough to get back to the house before the storm and even more lucky when the storm turned out to produce 6 inches of snow in the middle of august.