I am not used to weather. In the interior West there isn't much weather -- not like, say, the Gulf Coast. Rainstorms have become a distant memory to me.
That is why it was so shocking to get hit by a thunderous hailstorm at 5 a.m.
The aluminum skin of a cargo trailer makes the hail sound terrible, but a third-of-an-inch-diameter hail does not actually do damage. It accumulated on the ground to a depth of one inch.
Then the sky would crack open for awhile. An hour later we would get blasted again.
I felt rather exposed to lightning, near the edge of a mesa 3000 feet above town level.
I had been careful to camp on a gravelled road -- not a mere dirt road. So escape was possible.
This experience only happens a couple times per year. It is easy to walk around, dodging mud puddles, and feel a healthy-mindedness about the sun. A lovely appreciation of the sun.
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