The hike on Friday was beautiful. Six long miles later, we were sweaty and excited to sit at the high camp overlooking Redlands. It was such a beautiful sight... truly a multi-million dollar view. Its amazing how you can so effectively separate yourself from the comforts of home but still be reminded of how beautiful things are. We can look at something from a distance and more tangibly appreciate it than when we are so close we can touch it.
After a wonderful mexican rice and beef meal, we ate a Pop-tart for dessert. Jasmine green tea warmed our bodies to a comfortable temperature.... 9 pm...it was time for bed. Snug in our down sleeping bags, we drifted off to sleep, only to be alarmingly woken by the 40mph winds pummeling the sides of our tents. Needless to say, sleep was not possible in the foreseeable future. It would be a long night. Hours pass, it is now 2 am....drip, drip, drip.... is that?.....no....it cant be... the weather man said only 20% chance of rain....
It rained for 6 hours. Must I remind you, we did not have rain flies. The result was wet packs, wet dripping tents, puddles under our sleeping pads, and soaked mummies. After waiting the rain out for about 6 hours... We packed up to head down the mountain, our hopes at summiting shot. Granted we were somewhat unprepared for the weather at hand, our lack of preparation provided and adventure that was enjoyable and worthy of a re-tell.
