Well, on days 3 and 4 we weren't very successful.
On Tuesday we drove from Dodge City to Hebron, Nebraska expecting to see some magic. All signs from the Storm Prediction Center and elsewhere pointed toward southeastern Nebraska and Northern Kansas. We got kind of a late start and headed north, quickly. We were trying to get there by the time the storms initiated, which looked to be around four o'clock. We got there and sat. And sat. And sat. And sat some more. Then we got ice cream. And then decided that nothing was happening so we headed down to Salina, Kansas where we stayed in the nicest Super 8 Motel EVER. Seriously, if you are ever in Salina, stay there.
After waking up early-ish in Salina, Dave analyzed the data and decided that our best bet would be to head to the Texas Panhandle near Dalhart. So we drove and drove and drove. And nothing happened. So we drove back to Liberal, Kansas where we spent the night at the lovely Quality Inn with plans to wake up early on Thursday to drive to our target area, which was a million miles away in South Dakota.