Drip, drip, drip….. whoosh! Without warning, our warm breezy night beneath the stars immediately turned into a soggy wet downpour. I struggled to unzip my sleeping bag, grabbed my Therm-a-Rest, and ran inside the hut. Our plan to sleep peacefully al fresco quickly morphed into a night spent tossing and turning on the hut dining room floor, listening as the 70+ mph wind, rain, thunder, and lightning took no mercy on anything in its path. So it goes with the notoriously fickle weather in the White Mountains of New Hampshire.
