Eventually, though, we agreed it seemed like a storm was going to hit soon, so we continued on our separate ways.
The trail down from Mt. Everett was much easier than the climb up the other side, and I soon caught up to Stick. We stopped at a picnic spot where someone had left water for hikers.
Rain began to fall just as we started to leave. At this point, though, we were only a half mile from a place to camp, so we headed there.
Actually, there were two places to camp, The Hemlocks Shelter and Glen Brook Shelter, which were only about a tenth mile from each other. I’m not sure why two shelters were located so close together. It seemed redundant.
The rainfall wasn’t heavy, and we elected to walk to the second shelter. By the time we got there the rain had stopped.
We would have preferred to walk some more because there was still plenty of daylight left in the day, but we couldn’t find on the map any potential campsites that were within our hiking range.
The storm left behind cold air, so I didn’t take long to cook my dinner and hang my bear bag. I was in my tent by 6 p.m.