100% chance of thunderstorms. Tore down the tent in a hurry. The nearest shelter was two miles away. We dashed off in a hurry.
The sky turned black. I needed my headlamp; no time. The wind picked up. A branch fell to my left; to my right. I started running. The downpour started. The path turned to a river. Lightning. Thunder.
Please Lord, let me live through this.
Finally, safe in the shelter. We let the worst pass then headed back out.
A new milestone: we crossed the Maryland / Pennsylvania border which is also the Mason-Dixon Line. A little farther up, we hitchhiked into Waynesboro, Pennsylvania.
After a quick resupply and a pizza lunch with our friend, Etch-A-Sketch, we were back on the trail aiming for shelter for the night.
The forecast said another storm system was coming through which either never materialized or missed us. Regardless, it was a peaceful night with fireflies sparkling all around.
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