We didn’t spend much time in Nebraska. Arriving in the evening to a mostly desserted campground in the middle of empty grasslands after driving through a thunderstorm in South Dakota with a double rainbow we thought we had found a peaceful place to camp. It was silent with no bugs at dusk. We put up our tents and got to bed and then the wind started up, blowing a steady 20-30 mph, gusting to around 40 or so. Our tents started to lift off the ground a little and made a lot of noise bellowing in the wind. I found myself at 3am wide awake and decided to take advantage of the situation and did some awesome night photography, shooting the lightning storm that was developing on the horizon. It was 80 out but since the wind was so strong it didn’t feel hot at all. Jake moved his tent underneath a ridge to shelter from the wind and I just gave up and slept in the car. Not super comfortable but I did manage a couple hours of sleep. The next morning we explored the crazy surroundings which were not actually mountains on the horizon, but piles of sandstone that we could climb around on. The wind died down and the smoke rolled in…fires burning in Wyoming made for very hazy conditions. This would continue for the next couple days.