Another enormous storm. This one caught us while we were out shooting.
Some folks stood still and waited for it to pass, while Bryan talked me into joining him for a very bumpy ride back to camp in his van full of guns n' ammo. Whee! After gliding up to the bus, we shot out of the van and slid up to the bus just as hailstones the size of softballs came plummeting out of the sky.
The bus was full of amorous, hallucinating women. Bryan and I watched, and nibbled some cheese.

Shortly afterward, the rest of our crew arrived and we battened down the hatches in seconds flat, and had some margaritas.