MDB and I were just dating, well more than that, but that's another story. We were both 19 years old, camping on Utowana Lake. We had made a day trip to climb Blue Mt, paddling Utowana, Eagle, and Blue Mt lakes first. We stashed the canoe in the bushes, climbed Blue Mt up and down, even had a bite to eat before climbing back in the boat to return to our campsite. We were in my family owned Raddison, known unaffectionately as "The Cork", famous for its lack of speed and its tendency to bob in waves.
As often happens in the ADK's, and lake country in general, a late afternoon thunderstorm was brewing. We knew it was heading right towards us, and we towards it...No amount of effort could propel that "Cork" any faster, considering the wind, waves and our lessening energy levels.
Sure enough, the squall line hit us, complete with multiple lightning strikes and immediate thunder. We made a bee line for the nearest shore, which happened to be a privately owned estate. As we hunkered down under the boat, a hired hand from the estate came in the height of the storm to tell us that we were not welcome there...We reluctantly climbed back in the boat and paddled a short distance, somehow avoiding instantaneous death. After 30 minutes or so, the rain lessened, and the lightning ceased, and we paddled back to our campsite.
That was 40 years ago, we both still remember that day quite well.