We knew there would be rain today and a significant chance of thunderstorms. We planned ahead. It was to be a quiet day reading and playing cards.
The morning brought some warmth and sunshine, so we were all preparing to enjoy the weather while we could. Tara had even gotten into the lake – but not for long. Mother Nature had been a little drunk throughout the course of our vacation, but she was on the ball today.
The thunderstorms came as promised, as did significant amounts of rain. It was beautiful to watch and listen to from the safety of our cottage. We had the windows open and were enjoying the breeze and the commanding growls and thwaps of a warm summer’s storm.
The lightening and the preceding booms had Finnegan on the girl’s laps on the couch, but overall he was a really brave boy through most of the long, grumpy storm.
We loved everything about this front row magic show for the most part, but it’s certainly intimidating being surrounded by so much water and among such vast tree cover through such an electrical storm.
The rain started to let up a bit, and the marina store wasn’t going to be open for long and we needed some supplies to get us through the evening. So, the girls hopped in the van and drove down to stock up.
At one point while they were gone, I received a call from Tara that I could hardly make out. Only every few words were coming through. Our reception isn’t the greatest some days, but it’s rarely this bad. All I could get from the conversation was something about a cottage and a fire.
The story goes, when the girls arrived at the marina store, young Hoff was loading his boat up with fire-fighting supplies and everyone was jumping in to help him. There was a cottage further up from us on the same lake, that had been struck by lightning and it wasn’t looking good. There wasn’t anyone there, but they were pretty sure it was a total loss. None-the-less, the girls were impressed by the swift action of the young man they already thought the hero from our day 5 mishap on The Mag, and now he had his fire fighting hat on rushing off to save the day.
The weather completely cleared up in the evening, allowing us an opportunity for a campfire and a late night stroll to the dock to enjoy the stars and the stunning glow of the full moon bouncing off the lake.
We only had a couple of logs, some of the wet remnants of the previous nights fire, and one wet log that wasn’t covered so I didn’t think the fire would last long, but we actually had to put it out at midnight because we were all exhausted and we wanted to not sleep in so we could enjoy one more day swimming and boating and making the best of this last full day.
Storm Gallery
