My kids got a supremely awesome weather lesson yesterday. I mean, sure, we talk about weather and clouds and all that, but yesterday, we got to live it. It was like the world’s most interactive science lab. Or something. (Sadly, my kids weren’t nearly as impressed by it as I was.)
Anyway, yesterday my kids decided it would super duper awesome to go to the mountains for a day. Just because. Since we live close enough, I thought, “Why not?” So I packed up the kids and the van (I squished their bikes into the back) and headed off to Kananaskis, which is about an hour away.
When we left the city, it was bright and warm and sunny. And it stayed that way until we were almost at Kananaskis. As I was driving up the mountain toward the village, the angry storm clouds rolled in. And they looked hella angry. By the time I pulled into a parking spot, it was pouring rain, complete with flashes of lighting.
After a few minutes of trying to calm down my oldest (who was super disappointed that she couldn’t ride her bike in the mountains), I turned around and headed back to the city. At Barrier Lake (which is ON THE SAME HIGHWAY) as the village, it was sunny with blue skies, so I pulled into the parking lot. The girls didn’t really want to do anything at that point (other than pout) so we got out to look at flowers and kick grass around. (Because fun!) Then the clouds started to roll in, so we piled back into the van and headed out.
A few minutes later, WHILE STILL ON THE SAME DAMN HIGHWAY, my three-and-a-half year old started shrieking like she was being boiled alive in a vat of oil. I almost crashed into the side of the mountain in shock when she started screaming her head off. There really wasn’t a place to stop, so I had to drive a ways just to be able to pull over (meanwhile, she’s SCREAMING THE WHOLE TIME). With that level of screaming, you’d think she’d cut her leg open or was turning into a werewolf or an alien parasite was bursting out of her stomach or something equally drastic.
It turned out a mosquito was biting her.
Meanwhile, the clouds were chasing us down the highway. Fun, right?
Anyway, we FINALLY got back on the Trans-Canada. At this point, the clouds have caught up to us and have opened up. Or started peeing, as my kids would say.
Unfortunately for us, the clouds were peeing hail, and they must’ve had a really full bladder because there was zero visibility. So I pulled over (along with a bunch of other cars — there was a loooooong line of cars parked on the side of the highway) and the kids were freaking out because the hail was REALLY LOUD.
This was, of course, their first introduction to the icy awesomeness that is hail.
We sat there, on the side of the road, for twenty minutes or so, waiting for the storm to pass (or at least pass enough so I could see). When it finally did, the hail had settled down into rain. By the time I got into Calgary, it was just overcast.
So over the course of an hour and a half or so, we had sun, heavy rain, thunder, sun again, angry hail, steady rain, and overcast skies. Oh, and, a mosquito attack.
Best. Weather lesson. Ever.