It had been raining for days and we were getting cabin fever. I saw a break in rain clouds on the radar, and told Margo, 4 years old, to grab her swimsuit so we could dash down to the boat harbor before the next rain squall. But… we weren’t fast enough. Half way through our swim, we had to bolt. We were walking through a wide open field when it started bucketing rain and the wind was nearly horizontal. All I had to protect us was this enormous golf umbrella!