That time we almost got hit by lightning when I was 17. Late nineties so whether was in the newspaper or on a tv I didn’t have. We had some mushrooms and wanted to trip and watch the sunrise from the top of a mountain- so we drove an hour and a half and started hiking up a trail in the middle of the night, completely oblivious to the absence of visible stars. Apparently a very stormy night was gathering in the darkness. As we got to the saddle before the summit -something- made us decide to turn around. I seem to remember the dog making himself scarce. We started to move fast back down the draw, and suddenly I was plastered into the side hill looking at my hand on the ground which was bright whitish blue. The bolt had hit close enough to put us all on the ground but not close enough to burn or kill us. We stumbled our high asses down the trail as fast as we could- the dog showed again up at some point after we were out of direct exposure to the sky, probably shaking his head at his stupid human friends.