Around Midnight there were tons of thunderstorms to our south. We watched them fade over the horizon thinking we'd dodged a bullet. Then the wind died down and the temp on the cooker went up to 225; perfect temp. We're cooking now, I thought. It wasn't long before the storms reversed engines and headed back our way. With that the wind picked back up and the temp plummeted.
I continued to play the damper game, but to no avail. Then, the skies opened and it rained for 2 to 3 hours straight. Our fire was dead. Our brisket and pork butt was way behind schedule, so we had no choice but to pack-up and head for home.
It's a real "whizzer" to get all geared up and then have the charcoal yanked out from underneath you. Oh well, So-long Sedalia, so-long.
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