Cats and Dogs

The second night up at Bulmer it started raining. My first trip was really fun and got me back into the groove if you can pardon the 1970's slang. On the way out after a 15 hour jaunt to pastures old we noticed the streamways were getting more vocal. Trickles of water chuckling and muttering down through the rock became more of an audible conversation, then a heated discussion. Thanks to a by-pass rift discovered a couple of years ago our exit was safe but the walk back across the mountain to camp got us drenched.

This morning it was still raining and a small stream next to my tent had appeared out of nowhere. Thanks to H for the earthworks that kept it in a natty channel and not flowing over my sleeping bag.