Thunderstorms rolled through the night and we woke up to the sound of rain. The forecast called for all-day rain, and the Doppler backed it up.
We spun our fingers for awhile then decided to pull the trigger. Doc drove us back to the trailhead. I had hoped the rain would have lightened up by then, but it hadn't. Luckily we were only hiking 6.4 miles to Mizpah Hut for the night.
The climb wasn't bad, although some sections were technical and required us to lift our bodies up and over. Up on Webster Cliffs, looking down on the valley it was actually quite enchanting. Eerie, but enchanting. The fog billowed up slowly like we were in a witch's cauldron.
Mount Webster and Mount Jackson offered similar views. Slightly exposed, neither are above tree line.
At Mount Jackson we met Heron, a Mizpah Hut crew member. She offered us cornbread, which we graciously accepted. Although in getting to the cornbread, B slipped down a rock face, then I fell and slid down it.
The remaining 1.7 miles of trail was either underwater or a waterfall.
We arrived at Mizpah Hut (Mizpah means "pillar in the woods") a little after 4:15 p.m. Heron had already told the other crew members about us, so we had spots #3 and #4 for the work-for-stay. Old buddy, Lush and another hiker, DC had made it in a little earlier.
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