Clouds RIP

July 1, Yosemite. Despite a huge thunderstorm, Wagon Wheel and I decided to summit Cloud’s Rest. We renamed it Cloud’s Unrest or Clouds RIP. Lightning struck a mile away, my knees shook so hard, and we scrambled down. But not before he showed me how many times you can hear a rock bounce when thrown off the west face. One of the most terrifying things I’ve ever done.