The rumbling of thunder yesterday evening brought me out to view the sky.
It looked like some Labor Day weekend barbecues were about to be ruined.
The ominous clouds moved around the sky as we sat and watched but that distant rainfall stayed distant.
My friend Phil was out touring the countryside (and a stop for pork sliders and beer!) but returned home to Chino Valley to find a neighborhood covered in hail stones.
He said Sedona also got hail.
But here in the friendly confines of Prescott Valley the precipitation just hopped past and no hail fell to bug us.
