It was 100 degrees and clear here at my house in Vegas yesterday at noon (and got hotter later on). So the wife and I decide to take the dog up to Mt Charleston for a hike in the cooler weather. Up there it was cool and cloudy with some sprinkles. Shortly after we started the hike, a thunderstorm began, and we got rain, and then hail, the rest of the hike, and the temperature dropped to 49! It was awesome; I love hiking in that kind of weather. Of course there wasn't a dry spot on us when we got back to the car, and we were kinda cold. The dog got a little muddy (and wet of course), and decided to wait until he got into the vehicle to shake of. He's a 100+ pound fur-ball. The inside of my Highlander looks like a mud grenade went off.