Saturday night, July 11,2009: We drove the first leg of our journey to a little-known music fest somewhere in Quebec. Got to our motel in Whitby, Ontario, before too late. It was nice and sunny; we got our stuff into the motel, and set out for a walk. Got a few minutes on our way, and the sky started looking...different...; had just turned around when the fire hoses, and hail, hit us. I haven't been drowned like a rat like that for a bunch of years. That hail smarted; I wasn't sure for a bit that one stone hadn't cracked the knuckle of my thumb.
We survived, laughed, and enjoyed the heck out of the trip and the music fest.
                                 Dean