The Cheaha mountain top fell under seige last night. Lightning flashed all around it, attracted by the TV tower, and thunder rumbled and roared. The storm was on top of us! Less than a nanosecond separated the lightning flashes and thunder. For what seemed like a couple of hours, starting at 1:30 a.m., we hunkered under the covers, flinching involuntarily with every zap and boom. Poor Sonya was a trembling mess. For the second time in her life, she got to join us in bed.
We woke to a calm, pea-soup morning. The fog was so thick, we could only see a few feet ahead of us until we got down the mountain. Now we’re heading to Joe Wheeler State Park in northwest Alabama, under gray skies.
