rain camp
bob
AM. I decided to walk a while. 45 minutes later I was at what the sign
called a scenic overlook. It was dark and I couldn't see anything but
I could hear the sound of the water.
It started raining. I started back to the campsite. By the time I got
there I was very wet. I changed my sweatshirt then went to the three
sided shelter to read by flashlight until someone else got up.
It rained on and off (mostly on) all day. We decided to cut the trip
short a day and leave after we had dinner. I was cold and wet but I
was in good spirits.
On the way out we stopped at the scenic overlook. As we walked to the
edge the sound of the water flowing and the intensity of the view
increased with each step. A canyon.
A waterfall dropped into the chasm from the side opposite ours.
Upstream a river flowed to the floor of the canyon through a much
larger waterfall. Downstream, beyond the canyon's southern mouth, the
mountains ended.
We gathered in a circle and each in turn told the others the best part
of their trip, the worst, and what they hoped for in the future. When
we had all shared our thoughts we went back to the edge for one more
look.
We saw only white mist. A cloud.