On Wednesday, 7/3, I hiked to the summit of Mount Teneriffe with Carl. It was spitting rain the entire way up. About 200 vertical feet below the summit we apparently got above the rain because it stopped. The summit itself was relatively dry:
About halfway down the sky really opened up. And, stupidly, I had relied on a pre-hike radar scan to determine it wasn’t going to rain, so I only had my water-resistant cap and a light jacket.
I was totally soaked by the time we got back to the parking lot. My bad.
Still, it’s tough to beat a day when you start at the bottom of a mountain and, 6.5 miles later, there you are on the top. The clouds kept us from seeing the surrounding mountains and forests but it was kind of cool in a spooky way.
And virtually every foot of the trail holds something interesting, for example:
Here is a picture of the track, 13 miles, about 4,300 feet of elevation gain:
Great workout, fun day.