Since most people will not hike during rainstorms or decide to turn back early you tend to get the trail to yourself. This is great for us because I can let Nina loose and she can run freely up and down the trail without me worrying too much about encountering other hikers. While hiking Mt. Cabot the only person I saw was the caretaker of the hut who was out for a jog along the trail. Having a summit to yourself is an awesome, peaceful feeling that every hiker needs to experience.
|A very cold, and windy rainy day at the summit of Mt. Lafayette.|
Forecast called for 50 degrees and sunny..... not quite
Shitty weather is a great motivator! At the end of a rainy hike I'll get back to my car, look at the time and realize I hiked way faster than usual. The confidence boost of hiking over 10 miles up a 4,000 ft peak in cold, pouring rain makes you feel invincible, like you're on top of the world (or a mountain).
Wait... what views? Well yeah, most of the time the rain blocks any vista you were hoping to see. The day of the picture above the weather was forecasted for 50 degrees and clear skies. I was so confident I didn't even bring my raincoat to save weight, and it ended up being so cold when I brushed the water from my hair it turned to snow! There were only a few glimpses of the fall foliage below when the clouds occasionally broke.
But...... On the days that the weather decides to clear just for you when you reach the summit, the views are absolutely breathtaking. Mountaintops look like jagged islands in a sea of clouds and mist. You feel completely disconnected from the world below. This to me is what makes hiking in the rain worth it, the chance of getting other worldly views that almost make time stand still.
I don't take too many pictures of these views because a photo doesn't capture the true beauty or emotions of these moments. I do however have a couple photos from rainy day views. I highly encourage you to go out and push through the weather it can be extremely rewarding, just go prepared.
|View from the Bulge (possibly the horn?) below Mt. Cabot|