What a fun weekend. Family and friends came up camping. Got to relax. There was a guy named Joe that had recently shot another guy in the town and was out on bail, so we kept the story going for all the kids that "crazy Joe" was out loose in the woods. Weather was good, then Saturday night came a storm like Ive never seen before. More lightning than I'd seen in years, and the heaviest rain I've seen in my life. It hit hardest as I was trying to pull out a friend's Toyota out of a mudhole. Gave up when the bumper ripped off. Lightning was flashing constantly every few seconds, the rain was pouring so hard I was drenched and couldnt see, and the wind was blowing so hard trees were falling over. With my window rolled down in the Suburban when I got back inside, it was like being parked under a waterfall... and some of my friends were in a '74 Jimmy with the top off. Got back to camp where power was off, tin was blown off my shed roof, and everyone was huddled in my brothers house next door trying to find candles and start a fire. The whole town lost power. The storm let up, we went and cut the fallen trees out of the way that blocked the road to town, and power came back on a couple hours later. If it were truly a movie, Crazy Joe would have come to the house when the road was blocked and... But that story faded with the storm, and we re-inhabited camp all alive and un-injured. And of course, there was the usual exploring and getting stuck along with a couple hikes. It was fun. Ok, I wrote too much again.