This weekend, some friends headed up to Timothy Lake Friday afternoon to camp for a couple of nights. Marc and I decided we only wanted to camp for one night, and we debated over which night to join them, finally settling on Saturday. So yesterday morning, we slept in a bit, then packed up and headed up to Mt. Hood. We hung around all afternoon at the campsite lounging in the sun (it was nice and warm!), dipping our toes in the very cold lake, playing dominoes, and walking along a nice little trail that ran from the side of the lake into the forest a bit.
As we're sitting around the picnic table thinking about when we might want to eat dinner, it starts getting darker. Then we hear thunder. It's still far away, but things weren't looking good. Marc and I had brought sandwiches, so we didn't have to worry about cooking any food this time, but the other two couples fired up their grills and started a campfire in hopes of getting everything cooked and eaten before a storm. We all put away things that we didn't want to get wet. It hadn't started to rain... yet. Then the rain came. Just a little sprinkling at first. Then the drops got bigger, the thunder got closer, and we started seeing lightning. I love storms, and they're pretty infrequent in the PDX area, so I was happy with this turn of events.
We sat in our vehicles for awhile during the worst of the rain but got out in time to see a double rainbow and an interesting sunset. Then the debate began. It was still sprinkling, the clouds weren't completely gone, and we didn't know whether it was going to keep raining all night. Do we stay or do we go home? Marc decided he didn't want to wake up wet, and our tent already had water in the bottom where the rain had gotten onto the tarp underneath. We packed up and left for home around 9:30. The big bummer is that we missed out on the Huckleberry Inn for breakfast. In hindsight, I guess we should have opted for Friday night instead of Saturday night, huh?
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