We got up early and fished all morning but caught nothing; well, unless you count the tiny perch that had been stealing walleye minnows. The lake got choppy, the sky threatening, and we called it a day.  We just settle into the hammock for an afternoon nap when the thunder begins.  The sky darkens and the clouds boil.  Big cold drops plop on the roof.  First it is just a scattered few but before long it grows to a torrential downpour.  The sound lulls us to sleep.  We can nap indoors too.

Not everyone made it back in before the rain. There are wet clothes hanging all over camp.  Sucks to be them.