We woke in amazement that we had slept at all. We were wedged closely together at the foot of the tent in order to not sleep with heads downhill. We made due.
We fired up the Jet boiled for coffee, and Donedidit’s oatmeal. It was a bit of a late start at 8:00, but we had less than 14 miles to go.
We passed beautiful Virginia Lake with the wonderfully flat campsites our previous night’s destination. 
The hike up Silver Pass slowed Joaquin again as the thunderheads mounted. We were at the top of the pass with several others, and we all took off at breakneck speed to find some safety at lower altitude. About 2:30 we set up the tent near other hikers. Once again it was a hasty attemp coupled with a small opportunity to only get one sleeping bag out of its pack into the tent for some warmth and comfort from rocks and pine cones. We were so lucky to get setup in time. The storm was huge with drenching rain and scary lightning bolts and canyon booming thunder. It didn’t let up for two hours. During this storm we occupied ourselves by recounting our collective memories of “Dark Shadows”. We resurrected the character Barnaby Collins, the vampire and right when we contemplated the other characters and the superb acting a thunderous noise surrounded our tent. We both screamed like the characters from Dark Shadows and hugged each other. So there we are in a deep, dark forest in the middle of no where with a horrific thunderstorm, hoping Barnaby Collins will rescue us or any of the other fine actors, if they are not too busy. No cast members from Dark Shadows were available for rescue missions. 
When it broke, we hung tent, tarp, fly, and sleeping bags on trees and rocks to dry. We made Pad Thai, setup our bear canisters stools to watch the many hikers stream by. We all commiserated about the too close lightning strikes and torrential rain.
You probably can guess at our next problem. Neither of us thought about it, but rain brings swollen streams to navigate. People heading north warned us not to attempt fording streams this evening but to wait until morning. We ultimately surrendered to the fact that we needed to stay and camp before the fords on a flat campsite. 
After the rain the forest smells wonderful but it brings out an army of Mosquitos. We believe their only purpose is to annoy and bite harmless hikers. My new perfume is now “deet” a powerful and somewhat effective mosquito repellent. Joaquin does not share my love for “eau de deet ” and prefers to hike blindly with mosquito net hindering her vision and hiking skills. With all my deet I still have tons of bites. Damn Mosquitos.