June 28, 2005
Ann interesting thing happened today. It had begun to rain a little bit and I had moved the lounge chair inside and was reading and looking out of the open door. I heard a sond in the distance – something between a rumble and a roar. It came closer and I went to the door to see. The sound came closer and louder. The hail, for that is what it was, slammed into the cabin and you can imagine the noise on the tin roof. The hail stones were as big as marbles. I ran out to get a cupful and was almost beaten to death. I should have waited. The hail storm soon passed over and I could still hear the rumble as it headed toward Cedar Breaks. It is totally silent now. All the ground is covered with what looks like moth balls. If I am able to stir myself I will put on my shoes and walk out and see what I can see… or not. You will notice Jennie, that I make no mention of Bears. — Uncle Jim
–one hour later—what hailstorm? Gone without a trace. I still have the cupful of hailstones but I don’t think they will make it home. I don’t usually take pictures but this time I wish I had. It was amazing.
Note to Uncle Rol, If the naughty squirrel had appeared I was ready to throw a bottle at him – what kind of bottle? – none of your business.
Uncle Jim