As I've said, I know it's not the Transmitter. It's the receiver; I just haven't been feeling the Holy Spirit much in this process. I'm not worried. It'll come back.

So I'm going through the pics we took as we were leaving deer camp, and I found something. Sunday AM was rain and wind from before midnight until mid-afternoon. Nobody went out, because it was so miserable. In the midst of getting packed up to leave, we got a respite of an hour or so. The rain stopped. The sun came out and this:

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I was in the bedroom stuffing gear in duffle bags. I was a bit late to the show but managed to snap a few pics. The arc went from just downhill from the front porch to just over the curing shed. We could see both ends for a bit. I was too busy to pay it much attention, but I'm looking at that now and. . .yikes.

Sometimes it takes 4 days and a baseball bat to get the message through the receiver, but it gets through.

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