Lane's complaining of severe headache, apparently getting car-sick. Two open-boaters pass us headed up the hill. Back on the road, here comes a frog-strangler. Rain coming sideways, even out of the ground. Lane has to take a shit, jumps out of the car into the storm, gets soaked, jumps back in, back out, you get the picture.
Rain stops as quickly as it started.
Charles and I grin at each other. I luckily have departed for the river. Lane, newly purged, and Charles follow me down. This one messes with everybody. Gunwales snap like toothpicks, he hikes out of river.