A good friend was also camping at Katahdin Stream Saturday night, with his son, who enters Plymouth State as a freshman this week. From his e-mail to me:
"We were mid-way through KP when the heavens opened up and a horrific thunderstorm blew through. One lighting blast hit very close to our tent site and shook the ground as [my son] and I stared at each other wide-eyed and proclaimed: “Geez, that was close!” The rain came down in buckets so we turned in. Luckily we had air mattresses which kept us off the damp floor where downpours had leaked in the windows. Shortly after climbing into the tent we heard a weak siren along the Tote Road but did not know it’s final destination. When I got home today I read the paper and saw the [newspaper article quoted above]."
We should count our blessings every day.