As a mountain climber in the Pacific Northwest I worked on various peak restoration projects, when fire lookouts were being maintained and groups would send volunteers up to carry materials, paint, do carpentry repairs, etc. Three of us hiked up a peak in the Puget Sound area and were there for the most amazing lightning storm around us—the air sizzled pink and the strikes barely dimmed before another hit. We had to stay in the grounded lookout, where we put on our rubber souled boots that rested on the wooden floor, put a rubber sleeping pad on the wooden bench and sat side by side on it not touching another thing for the half hour or so that it took for the whole storm to pass. I wouldn't have missed it for the world, to actually be up there in the middle of the storm.