Here we see an image taken after the storm that caught us half way around the lake. We don't have any pictures of the actual storm. We were too busy practicing good seamanship, screaming, and trying not to die. Just before the peak of the storm, we found shelter under a boat lift with an extra long top (Thank you Maloney's! You saved our lives!) While tucked under the lift with sideways rain and waves washing over the front of the boat, I didn't think it could get any worse. Then the islands disappeared in a rapidly advancing wall of water. Mrs Nemo did not see our doom coming. She had to keep her eyes closed behind her sunglasses to prevent her contacts from washing out. During the squall, a blond tween must have drawn the short straw. She appeared behind us and invited us to wait out the storm in their garage. We thanked her for the offer, but the storm seemed to be ending, so we told her no thank you and she scrambled back into their cabin. After it mostly passed, we paddled and beached our craft at the boat landing.
We got out and counted our limbs. The part of Mrs Nemo that faced the sideways rain, the front part, was completely soaked. Me. too.