Thunderstorms and my annoying sense of self preservation

Hello Everyone, 

As I write to you, I am laying in my underwear in my camper, parked on the shores of beautiful Lake Okanagan. I'm in my underwear because it's quite hot in this famously hot part of the country, even in the early evening, as we currently are. 

Undoing my efforts at cooling off is the black-furred heat engine who insists on laying next to me. I get that he is also hot, it just seems like we would both be less so, if he would just shuffle over a bit and create some space. But I digress. 

When you read of my adventures, I'm sure that 'over-riding sense of safety' isn't the first attribute you would assign to me. And yet, today it was in fact that sense of safety that got the better of me and prevented a good day on the trails. And potentially death, it muddy be said, but certainly a fun time as well. 

With the heat that the BC interior has been getting, thunderstorms were an eventuality. They didn't show up yesterday when I drove here, but today when I was ready to spend the day outside. 

I drove up to the trail head this morning, ignoring the gathering clouds. I got my bike out and my gear ready, telling myself that it would pass by without hitting us. I started out on a trail, bluffing that the loud rolling thunder was too far away, and might even just be truck traffic. But then it started to rain, and the thunder became loud cracks. I reluctantly gave in to the idea that being on the tallest mountain in the area during a lightning storm was perhaps unwise.

I thought it might just pass through and Arthur and I could get back out there. I went back into town to run some errands but the storms kept coming. Eventually, I gave up on waiting, and drove back to the campsite so that at least Arthur could go swimming. 

It's hard to say that a day where you wake up next to a huge beautiful lake, in warm conditions and get to be outside, at least for a bit, with your dog is a bad day. But I'm hoping for better tomorrow. 

Wes