When the sky breaks open: Watching thunderstorms roll through the Sandhills
Bj Roshone
Wednesday, April 23, 2025
Somewhere along the spine of Highway 12, just east of Valentine, Nebraska, the land stretches wide and quiet like it’s holding its breath. Out here in the Sandhills, there’s a particular kind of silence—the kind that lets you hear the first tremble of thunder hours before the rain arrives. It was that silence I chased on a July afternoon, pulling over at the Fort Niobrara Overlook, camera in hand and eyes on the horizon.