I was the furthest from the rock outcrop...this hammock was about 20 feet from the ledge...
I am the short, fat one sitting down..
I had told him to wait until I got up there to try to hang it...but I was the last to reach the camp site...so they already had it hung...sorta...anyway...he cought ALL the wind!!!
The thought of a close-by strike never realy crossed my mind...the other fella..the one stirring the pot in the above photo, said it ran through his every time the sky lit up or the thunder rolled.
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