LIGHTNING, HOT TUBS
Before we could can dry, we had to get back to the car. It isn't a long or difficult mile, but the jags of lightning ripping out of the black clouds give us pause. Troy is toting his very metallic video camera, Jeff carried another tripod, and I carry a pair of graphite fishing rods. We are walking lightning rods as we cross the meadows, but because there is no cover in the stream valley, we figure we are safer on the move.