Weathering the Forecast

 The weather forecast for our day's walk into Santiago was bleak. In what turned out to be a 16.6 mile day, the prediction was for lots of rain, starting around 8am, with almost 1/2" predicted between 9 and 10 alone; more than an inch total for the day.  No way we could avoid getting slammed: if we waited 'til the rain subsided about 11, we could be walking well into the night. It was a restless night. Although we normally don't mind walking in the rain, today was going to be a doozy.

I found myself awake at 5:30am, checking the forecast for the seventh time. Either I woke Mary up, or she too was checking the forecast. Anyway, she asked me if anything was wrong.  After a brief discussion, we packed up and left.  At least we'd get an hour or two of drizzle before the storm hit, and by then we'd be well on our way.

As it turned out, by the time Petron the town we were leaving got hit by the storm, we were long gone. By the time we got to Santiago, the bulk of the rain had past.  We missed all the heavy rain and only needed to don our ponchos a couple of times.