May 18th, 1980.

Camped at Mission Bar.
Whaled on the springers the day before.
That Sunday morning things were different.
We were on our way to getting blanked when we saw the cloud with lightening shooting everywhere in it.

Ran down, loaded the boat, and got in the truck.
Headed up by the Toledo airport.
Took a zillion cool pictures with the trusty 35mm.

Headed home to find out we had no film in the camera.
Good times.