It Was Our turn

Well, I guess it had to happen sometime. How many years can you go through hail storms and not experience any damage? Last night as we were finishing dinner, a thunderstorm came in. Then we heard bang...pop...crack...bang. It was hailing. John grabbed some towels and climbed up on the roof--the plastic covers on our vents are really brittle and he wanted to protect them as best he could. Then we waited. If you click on the photo it will enlarge and you can get a better look at the hailstones.



When the storm was over, the sun came out, and our NOAA Weather Radio told us it had moved south of the Rio Grande, John climbed back up on the roof to retrieve the towels. The vent covers were fine. A close look at the hood of the car revealed some dents, however. The last time we suffered hail damage to any of our property was in the late 1970s. I guess we can't expect to dodge the bullet forever.

Then, this morning we got in the truck, only to see this.



One of those hailstones, probably one of the larger ones (1 1/4 to 1 1/2 inch diameter), must have hit at the base of the windshield. Since we plan to go to Alaska this summer, we briefly considered waiting till fall to replace the windshield. But we decided that might be a little risky. We'll get it done Monday.