DH and I hooked up with friends out in Poor Man's with our dinghy. We saw the dark, threatening sky and realized we were low on ice anyway, so we headed home. Within 15 minutes, the sky was bright and sunny again. We went back out and ended up with a neighborhood raft of four boats, 3 dinghies and a waverunner.
Matt and I rode our Harleys to Caseville Wednesday ... just got back. That storm was just hitting Port Huron as we passed through, a few drops hit us, no big deal. We could see it behind us as we headed north into sunny skies, looked like it was a whopper. Hope the Special Olympics poker run was okay.
Wow - twice so far this summer I've dodged the rain.