The darkness was interrupted by brilliant flashes of white light and hues of deep purple and blue black as thunder rumbled in the distance.
Ash & I have a kind of history with thunderstorms, from being holed up in our MSR tent in Grayson Highlands while a mountain thunderstorm pummeled the area around Big Wilson Creek, to being driven out of our North Face tent during a trip to Portsmouth Island when a ridiculously strong storm hammered us at 3:00am. With no real cover from the dunes, we spent the rest of those early morning hours huddled in the 4-Runner watching lightning arc off of the Atlantic Ocean 30 yards away.
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