My lesson was learned several years back during a hike on Haystacks, the prettiest of little mountains in England's Lake District. When we arrived at the trailhead, it started to rain. My friends looked at me like I was daft. Rain, turns out, makes lakes. Clouds, turns out, make rain.
Lonely clouds find friends.
And then they party. Tiny raindrops, big river Following that wonderful rainy hike to the top of Haystacks, I've taken more fine rainy hikes. The best was bushwhacking through Denali National Park in Alaska, where the constant fine mist never let up for six hours. The rain did create a problem, though. Early in the hike we had crossed the thin rivulets that characterize a typical Alaskan braided river.