Localized Beach Lightening Near Old Town

This post was scribed by Fatguy in a rainy, foggy, windy Newport OR on October 15, where we bid him farewell after our time in Florence, OR at Cooley's Cottage .... So long Fatguy.... see you at Christmas!

Here we are preparing to go hunt “beach lightening”, which has been talked about by the locals but which no one had actually captured in the wild. Our neighbor, in fact, was threatening to call the cops on the lightning, though why he thought this was a valid threat was beyond us.
The first tool necessary for success is absinthe, which just happened to be provided, once again, by Fatguy. This only seems to work correctly with a heavy dose of spiritual mumbo. Jumbo? Not so much.

Once thoroughly prepped, we slipped to the beach, past the glowing séance the locals had thrown together attempting to save themselves, the poor dupes. This is just before we got hit….


And now the phenomenon kicks in, chasing ‘round Scout while Navigator and Fatguy wet their pants in abject fear.


Next, Navigator got the once-over. He claims he smells nothing but brimstone since.


And finally, Fatguy gets his, sprouting his Vishnu arms, lifting off only to return later riding to the cottage on the biggest, boldest raccoon you’ve ever seen.


Was it a dream? A vision?
Yes, and Yes.