All Hail!

We made a laundry stop in Fort Macleod and all hail broke loose.

I stepped into the hail and it hurt enough that I quickly came inside. My truck now has a half-dozen shallow hail dimples. Fortunately the storm never reached our trailer, in camp a few miles away. Hail and Airstreams don’t mix well.

Coincidentally, although we are not certain, we think the young ladies shown in the hail are the wife and daughter of White Feathers, the First Nations drummer at the buffalo jump. He owns the laundry. (Canadians refer to their Indian population as First Nations.)