It felt rather odd to be hiking in the rain today. Other than the backpacking at Bedwell Lakes a few weeks ago, it’s the first rain we’ve seen here for a very long time.
Lying in bed last night, I heard it pouring down on the metal roof – a sound I love when I’m cozily wrapped up in my duvet. The rain stopped just as I was stuffing my pack to meet Pat and Grace at the trailhead and it held off for a fair while. It wasn’t until we had started our second loop – around Stocking Lake – that we had to pull out our pack covers and jackets.
More amazing than the rain was the wind – it howled through the treetops, bringing branches crashing down in the woods. It kept me on my toes. Every time I heard a crack, I looked around quickly. I didn’t want to be underneath a tree or branch when it fell. The wind was blowing so hard, we actually saw waves on Stocking Lake.
And the, about halfway back down, the sun managed to peek out. So, yes, it was wet and windy, but we were so glad we did it and didn’t stay indoors because of it. Being outside is always better. That said, we did wait almost until 2 p.m. to have lunch in the warmth and dry shelter of our cars.
Then a nap when I got home and a quick trip to the garden to pick another bucket of raspberries. Amazingly, the sun came out while I was picking. Two minutes after I finished and came back inside, the skies opened again and a downpour is happening right now.
We needed this rain so badly. I can imagine all the firefighters in the Pacific Northwest doing a happy dance.
I also had a bubble bath, during which I had deep thoughts. I considered writing about them – but they tend toward the political and right now I am feeling far too mellow and peaceful to go into anything that even remotely smacks of politics.