When I was In 6th grade we went to South Dakota, we were staying in a camp ground near Mount Rushmore. One morning I was sitting at the picnic table eating breakfast and a bolt of lightning came down across the valley from us. It was extremely dry and hot that summer, the next day sitting in the same place I noticed smoke rising from the same area. My dad went to the camp office and the fire dept came out, sure poop the Lightning strike was smoldering.