Remnant clouds were colored gold, pink and silver. Trailing raindrops caught by the rays of the sun transformed into a sparkling prism, producing a rainbow across the valley. I flinched at a sudden flash, followed by the piercing crack of thunder.įor 20 minutes the storm covered the area, and then in about 15 minutes it melted down the valley. I’d watched and listened to the storm move in for an hour – the low rumble of distant thunder growing louder by the minute, the clouds building high and white and then dropping menacingly to low and black, obscuring the surrounding peaks. Pushed by a 20-mile-an-hour wind, the droplets pelted my primitive campsite and the temperature dropped by 15 degrees in just a few minutes.
I pulled up the hood of my jacket and braced myself against the flashes of lightning that drove a hard rain from gray rolling clouds. On a late summer afternoon I sat at my campsite in the middle of the Weminuche Wilderness.
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