Temperatures have hit a 100 degrees today. The only good thing is that they’re not likely to hit the predicted 105. We were on the tail end of that hundred mile stretch of violent thunderstorms that hit the East coast last night. We got very little rain, but a lot of heavy thunder and lightning and fifty-sixty mile an hour winds, as evidnce by my early morning journey from the house. Limbs were everywhere and the street was partially blocked by an exceptionally large one.

My sister got a text message from her oldest grandson who’s working as a councilor at the Church camp this summer before starting college in the fall. The camp, located above Roanoke was hit hard and it lost one of it’s oldest trees. Fortunately, there were no campers in attendance, check-in is on Sunday, check-out the following Friday. Most of this week’s campers were already home by the time it hit.

Back when I attended the camp, and we’re talking fifty years ago, there was a massive Oak tree we called the Big Oak. It took a half dozen teenagers holding hands to encircle the trunk. No telling how big it is now.

Since my days, the camp has grown. A farm that adjoined the camp was purchased, the owner in her will gave the camp first dips in buying it, and an Oak every bit as big as the Big Oak was found on the property. It became Granny Oak. That storm uprooted it last night.

As big as they were, I’m guessing they must be a couple of hundred years old. Now that one is down, I’m sure someone will figure out the age.