As soon as we set up camp on Friday night, it rained. It was so peaceful, lying amidst fifteen blankets and pillows while listening to the rain. It only lasted about an hour, and then we all took off for the riverbank. We may or may not have ran through the mud and rapelled the cliff faces while the after-rain fog rolled in. You'll have to decide. But if we didn't, that would be a pretty glorious thing to do.