
| Climbed this peak with my wife. We were vaguely aware of distant thunder but paid it scant attention until, coming around an exposed section, my wife's long hair went shooting up above her head in a flow of static energy. I reached my arm out over the edge and I swear I could hear my arm hairs crackling. We hunkered down and sat on our packs for half an hour before proceeding to the summit. (Lightning never did go off near us.) |