On the third day, after the scary thunder, lightning and torrential rain, we gathered up our wet tents and beat feet downhill. There would be no camping on the ridge this time. No climbing above treeline to stay in another storm like the night before. Gluttons, not fools.
Mike and I hiked back up to investigate a "cave" we had seen. It was just a black spot on the wall from, what else, more water.
But I was able to use my Ribz, a fancy over-the-shoulder pack to keep snacks close and bandaids closer.
The remainder of the day was a rest day for eating, warming up, napping, drying out, and drinking.
We wanted better shelter where we could dry out.
Next up is Climbing Sheep Mountain.
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