There is nothing like camping in the rain. One of my most vivid memories is camping in a tent below Alta Lakes in the San Juan Mountains of southwest Colorado. We could see the storm move toward us all afternoon and at sundown the distant rumble and burble of thunder made its way into camp. The sound of a high mountain thunderstorm moving toward a ten year old me is something I have never forgotten. Thanks for the trip down memory lane.
There is nothing like camping in the rain. One of my most vivid memories is camping in a tent below Alta Lakes in the San Juan Mountains of southwest Colorado. We could see the storm move toward us all afternoon and at sundown the distant rumble and burble of thunder made its way into camp. The sound of a high mountain thunderstorm moving toward a ten year old me is something I have never forgotten. Thanks for the trip down memory lane.
Amazing how such an experience embeds itself permanently, isn’t it?