There was still a TON of snow up there, which made for a longer, more difficult hike.
By the time we reached Emerald Lake (which was less of a lake and more of an iced over snow field), a big storm had rolled in.
As soon as we finished setting up our tent, the rain started pouring down. We took shelter and false comfort from the thin piece of fabric between us and the mad skies.
The thunder that followed the lightening was incredibly loud and made my heart stop each time it boomed out.
After it cleared up, we ventured outside to pump water for our dinner. As soon as we were back in our tent, it started raining again so we ate our freeze dried dinner inside the tent and dozed off to sleep.
We got up the next morning and decided that with all the snow and lack of necessary gear (crampons and ice axes), it wouldn't be safe to proceed up to the summit.
So we packed up camp and headed home. It was the right decision but kind of a bummer. John still has yet to summit Timp!
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