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That story brings back some memories for me. The most frightening 20 minutes I've ever experienced was being caught on the Mt. Snow golf course in a thunderstorm. Jesus Christ I thought we were going to die, I could swear the lighting was right in front of me. We should never have been out there, and to this day the minute there is a crack of thunder or a hint of lightning, no matter how far away, I'm in the clubhouse.

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I haven't had an experience like this despite all the golf I played.

That's probably why one time when we were in a huge monsoon storm we kept playing. We were on the 17th hole and the match was tied up. We were the only ones on the course at this point and a kid came out on a cart to tell us to come in. We said not gonna do it, we'll assume liability.

By the 18th hole, a par-5, the storm was bad enough that we would set down our clubs if we weren't hitting so as to not attract lightning. Pretty stupid but we finished the round and well, it gives us something to talk about now.

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Funny thing about you posting is that the last run in I had with lightning was at the Wigwam in March. The rest of the idiots in my outing wanted to keep playing, saying the lightning was miles away. Meanwhile, the sky looks like Baghdad circa 2003. I kept asking the 100 year old ranger about whether they would blow a horn, and he looked at me like he thought I was asking him to fellate me. Finally everyone goes inside as the lightning bolts start striking around us like we were trying to cross the Berlin Wall from the East German side.

Since I had soiled myself, I make a dash inside, foolishly leaving my sunglasses and Bushnell rangefinder in the cart, which was parked right in front of where the staff stores the clubs, i.e., where only the Wigwam's staff would walk. Of course, the next day I come back to find my sunglasses in the lost and found, but no sign of the range finder.

Nice town you live in.