I arrived in Selvin, Indiana with the tornado siren screaming in the dark. For several miles the county road had been just another sheet of rain. I pulled into a small church parking lot and called the campground for better directions. The woman on the other end of the phone said that most of the people in town were in the basement of the church and I was welcome to join them. I thought, “Shit, this is how you end up in the news”. I looked at my map app and it showed that I was only half a mile from the campground. Half a mile in the dark after 12 hours of driving was a lot further than you think. Especially when the weather was correct in calling for severe thunderstorms, straight line damaging winds and possible tornados. I found the campground. The woman on the other end of the phone was in the concession office ten feet away but understandably wasn’t coming out. I asked how much for the night and she said, ” I wouldn’t take a dime from you. You earned a free night”. I left early the next morning and never got to meet her. The entire county looked like it belonged on the news. No tornados, though.