The National Weather Service had warned that a storm was moving across the Front Range Urban Corridor and urged people to go inside upon hearing thunder.
Rancher:
How dare they tell us what to do! I’m gonna go stand on a metal trailer in the middle of it with mah cows!
Cows:
Moo?
Thor:
Hahaha, this stupid Jotunn wants to be struck! Time for target practice!
Rand, in Jackson County is an entire mountain range away from the front range urban corridor. 120+ miles.
Between Jackson County and the front range, you have about 2,500-9,000 vertical feet difference on top of Denver already being 5280 feet above sea level, depending on where you are. (Rand, the town, is 8,629 ft above sea level.) The weather in these different parts of the state varies wildly. It can be blizzarding on the mountains while it’s sunny and 75 in Denver. Internet connections and even radio or TV reception are random and dysfunctional in the rural mountain parts of the state.
So it’s not really a matter of “haha I’m a bumbling idiot” as much as “weather is weird, and when you introduce mountains, it gets even weirder, and they may have not even been informed until their hair started standing up on end and then it was too late.”
‘Shockingly’
how…how did the meat turn out…
Of the cows, right?
I’m not picky.
It’s all in good enough shape to be turned into big macs.
And by weight, the whole meat pile together meets FDA standards for human tissue
This has the makings of a fucking rad '80s monster movie.
there was an 80s movie named RAD.
it was about bikes. no monsters except the lady in full house that bought her kid college admission was in it. I dunno her name. Rebecca stamps maybe?
Amber Lamps, I think…
50 lightning deaths a year is more like one in 7 million chance
Not counting standing on a trailer in a thunderstorm
That’s pretty shocking.
