L and I went on a "father and sons" campout with a bunch of folks from church. It was hot and muggy when we got there, and skies were clear. Not 30 minutes after we got camp set up and the dutch ovens were ovening, we got hit with the worst deluge I've seen in a very long time. Hail stones were the size of large marbles, and kids and tents were soaked. My tent held up, but one poor guy unknowingly pitched his tent in the middle of a flash flood's path to the Potomac. His door was even open to welcome the stream's flow right inside. Needless to say, the coals on the ovens were drenched. As you can see from the picture, that didn't stop the cooks.
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