Rumble down the canyon
Well I haven't posted any stories for a while on the site, so I thought I would take the opportunity to tell you about the rumble down the canyon... it was pretty scary! Probably why I haven't told anyone yet, took a while, even to just talk about it!
When we stayed at the Grand Canyon, the weather was really quite good for most of the time, but in the afternoon at around 2pm time and in typical monsoon fashion, storm clouds would cover the area. On our second night at the Grand Canyon, the storm clouds returned in the evening with great effect, and indeed, I wasn't staying in a hotel.
I remember the storm calming down before I went to sleep, but then a few hours later it returned. Vivid and bright lightning lit up the flimsy tent... followed by the loudest natural sound I have ever heard, ever.
Thus thunder and lightning had hit the Grand Canyon again, but loader and bigger than ever before.
I remember quickly counting the gaps between the flashing light and the tremendous roar with my shaking, panic-ridden fingers, luckily it wasn't too near, but it was getting closer, with every gap between the flash and the thunder being recorded with great haste.
The bright strobe type flashes were not so bad, it was the thunder or the rumble down the canyon that had the greatest effect. The thunder seemed to be absorbed by the canyon itself, with several tremendous echoes rebounding back from the canyon.
The worst thing was being in a tent, with its structure being held up by unfortunate metal poles, not the best thing to be near in a thunderstorm!! I remember trying to do everything possible to stay away from the poles as well as my tent buddy with little success, but there was really nothing I could do!
I merely just lied there on the ground, listening to the rain trickle down the metal poles, as if just to tease me further. And after a few hours of hoping for the best, the greatest storm I have ever encounted, with the misfortune of being in the tent during the process, finally passed at long last.
Thank god!
When we stayed at the Grand Canyon, the weather was really quite good for most of the time, but in the afternoon at around 2pm time and in typical monsoon fashion, storm clouds would cover the area. On our second night at the Grand Canyon, the storm clouds returned in the evening with great effect, and indeed, I wasn't staying in a hotel.
I remember the storm calming down before I went to sleep, but then a few hours later it returned. Vivid and bright lightning lit up the flimsy tent... followed by the loudest natural sound I have ever heard, ever.
Thus thunder and lightning had hit the Grand Canyon again, but loader and bigger than ever before.
I remember quickly counting the gaps between the flashing light and the tremendous roar with my shaking, panic-ridden fingers, luckily it wasn't too near, but it was getting closer, with every gap between the flash and the thunder being recorded with great haste.
The bright strobe type flashes were not so bad, it was the thunder or the rumble down the canyon that had the greatest effect. The thunder seemed to be absorbed by the canyon itself, with several tremendous echoes rebounding back from the canyon.
The worst thing was being in a tent, with its structure being held up by unfortunate metal poles, not the best thing to be near in a thunderstorm!! I remember trying to do everything possible to stay away from the poles as well as my tent buddy with little success, but there was really nothing I could do!
I merely just lied there on the ground, listening to the rain trickle down the metal poles, as if just to tease me further. And after a few hours of hoping for the best, the greatest storm I have ever encounted, with the misfortune of being in the tent during the process, finally passed at long last.
Thank god!
posted by Adrian at 10:05 am
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