This is what it feels like to be caught in a fierce hailstorm in the wilderness of the Black Hills, rushing along back toward my car just before duck, fervently happy that I had carried an umbrella with me and that it turned out to be strong enough to survive the impacts of golf-ball-sized hail. Meanwhile, back at the campground, Harriet and Ananya were running for shelter from where they'd been watching the horses, and a several-inch wall of water was rushing through our tent and soaking everything inside.
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