The Mountain

Last Saturday, I went on our 3rd Annual Climb Up The Mountain with Jonathon and James. Last year, the whole family (!) went; two years ago, it was just Jonathon and I.

If you examine that last picture closely, you will notice a thunderstorm in the background. That storm was due north of us while we enjoyed our mountaintop lunch, and, we quickly discerned, was moving in a due southerly direction. Ha, Ha! Nothing like a little lightning and heavy rain to spice up your outdoor adventures!

When we deduced that the storm was not going to pass by to the right or to the left, we made a quick rush for tree cover. We didn't make it. We got very wet. We slipped on the rocks. We were, in James' words, having a hard time.

Then, all of a sudden and without warning, unpreturbed by nearby hikers, Jonathon cried out in a loud voice asking God to make it stop raining because we were, in James' words, having a hard time. This should not come as a surprise, but it actually stopped raining almost immediately. It didn't rain another drop whilst we made our way amongst the rocks (although we heard plenty of thunder). It resumed raining when we were under cover of the trees and continued raining the rest of the way down the mountain, but never hard enough to penetrate the leaf cover.

So, that was an interesting adventure, and I think, in spite of the rain and, in James' words, having a hard time, we'll be ready for a 4th Annual Climb when the time comes around next spring.