I woke to the pitter patter of rainfall and a moat around my tent.
I have been so spoiled by all the sunshine, I even considered staying in my tent all day to avoid the rain.
But I packed up and headed out, my skin IS waterproof, after all.
It cleared up after an hour or so, and I laid my soggy clothes out to dry in the sun.
Good as new!
The flowers seemed to appreciate their bath.
And the sun shined for a few mid day hours.
My newfound Swiss friends were all smiles, they had just started their hike.
It started to cloud back up and I set my tent up as the rain started to drizzle.
On the Appalachian Trail, we used to say "no rain, no Maine," and I fully appreciate that it's just a part of the game.
It sure does help me to appreciate the sun, though.