Raven - We had some thunder on our trip, as well.
Saturday we doofed around, got the stove working well enough to cook, went back to the Owen river for a bit. Generally had a relaxing time.
Saturday evening, we hiked to the top of the hill to see if we were going to get some rain. We hadn't brought a tent. Rain seemed like it could happen so we packed up everything and put it in the truck. We had to do that anyway due to the fact that bears could be in the area.
We rolled into our sleeping bags and watched the lightening in the far distance. No thunder could be heard, the storms were so far distant. Fabulous. The stars were twinkling brightly through the pine branches, the branches framing our beautiful view of the sky with a lacy effect. We both saw a shooting star flash right through the middle of our picture window of tree branches. We finally fell asleep out there in the wilds of California on our little hill top.
Our camp.
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We were sleeping soundly. Suddenly, there was a huge flash/boom. There was a thunderstorm advancing straight towards us. I looked at my sleeping bag as I thought I heard rain drops. Sure enough, there were freckles of rain on the bag. I woke up Hubby and told him, "It's raining. We need to get under the tarp,"
Hubby said we were going to get drenched from the storm, maybe we should just drive home. Under the tarp, drive home. I said, "Pick one or the other since we are about to get wet and I don't want to be laying here in a wet sleeping bag!"
He picked driving home so we threw the last of our gear, two sleeping bags and a tarp into the truck and got out of there.
The time was 10:30pm. We arrived home at 12:50am after a nice drive back by Mono Lake, over the Sweetwater mountains, through Smith Valley and the town of Mason, over the hump to the Carson river. Over the bridge, up the long hill and then a right turn to home
We had a kit fox dash out in front of us in the Sweetwater mountains. I was so afraid we were going to hit the poor bushy tailed little fox. He ran out in front of us, decided he was scared and turned around in the middle of the road and ran back to the same side he started from. Fortunately, he timed it right and is still alive today.