I picked the wrong morning to go exploring downtown Dallas!
I left the girls sleeping in the hotel room and stepped outside for a sunrise stroll. On a lark I bought a DART pass and rode it to the West End thinking I might find a Starbucks. Uh, no. The West End is a ghost town on Sunday morning. And while wandering around, a dazzling wall cloud passed over downtown (photos coming soon) and I hightailed it back to the closest rail station.
Allow me to steal a line from a U2 song: “…the sky is ripped open, and the rain pours through a gaping wound, pelting the women and children… Run! Run!!”
I and numerous strangers (including women and children) huddled together under a shelter made to protect you from a mild sprinkle, while gail winds, torrents of rain, an angry thunderbolts assulted the street around us. It took forever for the train to arrive. By the time I got back to the hotel I looked like a bear just emerged from a wild river.
I’m still soaking wet, sitting here in the lobby of the Adam’s Mark.
At least I found some coffee.