Hi all,
I just returned from a week-long vacation that included a tell-your-grandchildren moment.
My brother and I were returning a rented pontoon boat when the weather started getting rough and the tiny ship was tossed. It was about a six-mile journey and we were not even halfway there when the sky darkened, the wind began whipping furiously, and rain/hail began pelting us mercilessly. To make it even more frightening…lightning. Huge fill-the-sky all-the-way-to-the-ground bolts coupled with thunder that rocked me right down to my colon. The lightning had us surrounded, visibility was nil, we were soaked to the bone and hurtin’ from the vicious hail, and….the motor quit. We freakin’ ran out of gas (the gas gauge still read nearly a quarter tank).
It all ended well – we phoned the marina and they found us and towed us in – but it was quite the scary experience. We bobbed, drifted, and dodged lightning for a good 15 minutes before the weather broke. Let’s just say that prayers were said.
Anyway, here’s what I’m wondering: During the worst of the storm, I strongly considered abandoning ship and swimming to shore. We had life jackets and it wasn’t a terribly long swim to shore, maybe the length of a football field.
Would I have been more of a lightning rod remaining on the (aluminum) boat?
Or swimming in the water?
So glad to be alive,
Jon
Addendum: How weird – the TV news, as I typed this, related a story of a woman who was struck by lightning and killed on a golf course. She was in mid New York state, which is where we were. Must have been that very same storm (the reporter said it “came out of nowhere”).
I just returned from a week-long vacation that included a tell-your-grandchildren moment.
My brother and I were returning a rented pontoon boat when the weather started getting rough and the tiny ship was tossed. It was about a six-mile journey and we were not even halfway there when the sky darkened, the wind began whipping furiously, and rain/hail began pelting us mercilessly. To make it even more frightening…lightning. Huge fill-the-sky all-the-way-to-the-ground bolts coupled with thunder that rocked me right down to my colon. The lightning had us surrounded, visibility was nil, we were soaked to the bone and hurtin’ from the vicious hail, and….the motor quit. We freakin’ ran out of gas (the gas gauge still read nearly a quarter tank).
It all ended well – we phoned the marina and they found us and towed us in – but it was quite the scary experience. We bobbed, drifted, and dodged lightning for a good 15 minutes before the weather broke. Let’s just say that prayers were said.
Anyway, here’s what I’m wondering: During the worst of the storm, I strongly considered abandoning ship and swimming to shore. We had life jackets and it wasn’t a terribly long swim to shore, maybe the length of a football field.
Would I have been more of a lightning rod remaining on the (aluminum) boat?
Or swimming in the water?
So glad to be alive,
Jon
Addendum: How weird – the TV news, as I typed this, related a story of a woman who was struck by lightning and killed on a golf course. She was in mid New York state, which is where we were. Must have been that very same storm (the reporter said it “came out of nowhere”).




Truly glad you and the brother are all right Jon!