So yeah, I screwed up with that campsite last night. Thankfully nothing fatal (obviously) but it's not a mistake I'll make again. Around 11pm, the rain started; a lovely pitter-patter on the tent. Around 11:15pm I saw (through my closed eyelids) the first lightning. I instinctively started counting until I heard the (thankfully distant) thunder -- 25 seconds. Then I saw another lightning flash and did the same thing -- another 25 seconds. A few minutes later, there was a very bright flash, and we were down to 8 seconds. Uh-oh, this means the storm (which was a hellacious downpour by now) is just a few miles away -- essentially right on top of me. I weighed my options:
- shove everything in my pack (getting everything soaked in the process), put on my headlamp, and start hiking down a steep downhill in a ferocious thunderstorm;
- wait and hope I don't get struck -- it was only one bolt after all ..
I chose (2) and decided to ride this out. The next bolt was ten seconds away, then twenty, then forty, then I was unable to hear the corresponding thunder. Phew, this thunderhead must've been moving quickly. (By now the rain had slackened back to a steady drizzle)