About 1 p.m., clouds rolled in and we heard a loud crack of thunder. Gerald and I said, "thunder," and we could hear the workers say the same thing in unison, only in Spanish.
A few rain drops fell, and I thought it would pass. Instead, the rain was hard enough to run me inside. Pretty soon, it was pouring. The construction crew took cover in the garage. It probably rained for the better part of an hour.
At the end, the campsite was a soggy mess, but the workers got back to work. J.C. Campbell went to work digging a trench for a pipe to bring the well water into the house.
When we got back, the whole driveway was torn up and muddy. We changed our clothes for the party and had to hike through rocks and bushes to get to the truck. That wasn't so bad. What was worse was that we had to do it again coming back--in the dark, with only a penlight flashlight.
The construction crew was gone by then, but J.C. worked until well past dark.
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