so this weekend my gf and I went camping in shenandoah nat'l park (northern part of va) and like all great caming trips we take, storms totally took us over.
very rarely does **** scare me but this did.
Basically horrendous lightning, thunder, few inches of rain in a thirty minute span.
And we were hiking the appalachian trail.
It's pretty goddam freaky to have a storm like that pass directly overhead while you're in a forest that varies from light to moderate cover. lightning started in front of us, then just to the side of us, and then behind us in a matter of minutes. probably the brunt of it less than a few hundred feet away. and loud enough that it reverberated. hard to explain the sound, but kind of like the pod race in star wars episode I.
so we ran our asses off in this torrential downpour until it let up. we found a service road and took that to cut some time off and watched the lightning streak across the sky in front of us again as we looped back to the trailhead.
eventually the storm let up and we got back to camp where we grilled buffalo steaks and had a few beers. then just as the steaks finished, the next storm came, lighting up the sky and drenching everything we had out. we tossed everything in the car and dove into the tent where we played some gin rummy and eventually fell asleep to the flashes of lightning through our closed eyelids.
last time it was assateague national preserve--same thing--only we were racing back from the campsite in a metal canoe on open water with a thunderstorm chasing us from behind.
fun I tell ya.