After a day off in Stratton, I got dropped off at the trailhead early. The day started with a big climb and descent, but an early day into camp means a lot of waiting around, so I pushed up Sugarloaf. Right as I got to the top, the clouds moved in, thunder started, and rain poured. I either had to go back down the steep, now slippery slabs of rock, or push on three miles up and over Spaulding Mountain to the next shelter. I practically sprinted those miles, with the thunder getting louder as I went higher. I had never been more relieved to go down. The odds of getting struck by lightening on top of a mountain probably aren’t super high, but it’s much more likely than when you’re on the ground.
Scary thunderstorm. Family on trail.
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