Spent a couple of hot nights in July at the boat in spot. The water was low and hauling the camp up the hill was a chore. But, the water was so cold and refreshing. First night a huge thunderstorm rolled by for couple of hours. One of those that you just figured you're probably going to die by lightening. My son was about twelve then. Storm never bothered him one bit. He didn't even mention it the next morning except to note that some bedding was wet. He's still fearless. He had a ball snorkeling in a cove and me laying on a rock above watching and sunning. Time to go back! I love a good storm.