It's 8PM, I'm laying on my sleeping bag listening to the thunder echo off the canyon walls. We had rain earlier and the creek flash flooded. A flash flood is really an amazing thing to witness. You hear it before you see it. The clear, tranquil creek becomes a raging torrent, pushing debris in front of a wall of water the color of chocolate milk. We are in the monsoon here so thunderstormy afternoons are normal. The hike in, covered 8 miles and took nearly 5 hours. I've got a small lake I'd like to find tomorrow. It's a difficult bushwack that might be impossible so Jenny isn't going. I'll give it a try and see how it goes.
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