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Zielonka Terrifying electrical storms swept the mountains Sunday and Monday nights, raining bolts onto the mountaintops.  Since there have been no fewer than three lightning strikes within 200 feet of my cabin while I have been inside it – including striking the cabin itself – it’s hard not to feel terror as you watch the bolts come down on the neighboring ridges.  And I am not quite certain the cabin is as lightning-safe as it used to be, since I added a metal stovepipe to it (as yet with no lightning rod).  One bolt, which must have hit some tree on the ridge nearby, so shook the house that it spilled a drink placed flat on my dining-table.  The Red Hill Fire Tower, visible from the cabin, drew strike after strike as I watched.  The sheer horror of it all filled me with a strange feeling, that man, who hunts nature up and down, is equally the hunted of the same, and in the end, is always taken.