It came, swift and sudden. One minute we were steadily climbing, keeping a watchful eye on the nearby storm clouds, flashing with lightening. The next, the storm had broken, fiercely pelting us with pea-sized hail. Caught on an open hill with no trees nearby, we were uncertain what to do. Eventually we ran, ducking, trying to avoid the stinging pellets, to the nearest scruffy trees and bushes, about 100 yards away. Making use of the slightly improved shelter they offered, we waited for the storm to pass.
Cold and wet, with red welts on arms and necks we contemplated turning back, but not for long. The spirit of adventure was too strong, at least in the youth with us, and the parents were willing to carry on for their sakes.
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| (only picture I got of the actual hail...) |
It was worth it.
The cave...
The view from the cave...
The American Indian paintings in the cave...
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| (What do they look like to you?) |
I love hiking. And this time, the hail just made it that much more enjoyable.
2 comments:
Where was this? And the pictographs look like the man on the right is battling a giant crab above him. The man on the left has already killed one giant crab and is going to throw the shell like a frisbee/boomerang at the top crab. The pudgy llama at the bottom is clearly planning on sneaking up behind the crab and spitting on it.
It's near Clydehurst...we call it the "Indian Cave" because of the painting. The trailhead is near the ranger station and Boulder River Ranch. And I'm glad you clearly understand what's going on in the picture.
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