Lets go hiking on the longest day of the year, summer solstice. But it's hot so let's start in the middle of the night. We'll sleep in the parking lot til like 2am. But last year we did that and we didn't get much sleep in the car so lets just start now, at 8:30pm. It seems as though we are now hiking on the shortest night of the year instead of the longest day of the year. We'll hike a 3 day route in one day (night). Nevermind the fact that we just got flash food warnings on our phone while eating hamburgers at a diner whose biggest claim to fame was air conditioning. The burgers were locally sourced from the neighborhood grocery store and later led partially to the demise of our hike.
But in reality our demise came from the rain, the relentless downpour of rain that turned the trail into a creekbed, a creekbed into a river. Never before has the phrase become so real, "Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise." The creek most certainly rose as did the adrenaline coursing through my veins as we hiked miles in the dark in the pouring rain only to realize the moment we decided to bail, we would still have four plus hours of hiking to escape this unforgiving wilderness.
The boys attempted to keep me calm by reminding me that the adrenaline would replace the hunger, and that there were plenty of trees nearby to grab onto in case of an imminent flash flood. I think we hiked 13 miles in 8 hours, a poor showing to be sure. It was one for the books, epic; but not in the sense that we hiked many miles in a short period of time but the fact that we survived.