It was the lightning storm of my life. So what did I do? Drive down to old town to walk up to Pilot's Monument, where there's a fair sized metal tower, of course. But as the storm rolled in closer, we scurried off to the Ingraham Trail and watched it disappear to the north from Vee Lake. The mix of sheet and fork lightning were almost constant, and the thunder eerily unfamiliar for the probably hour and a half, two hours. 

Anyway, we should be back to our usual evening chases tomorrow night... 

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