The temperature drop starts quick. After a nice fulfilling dinner, the atmospheric change is evident. A wall of dark clouds brewed in the west, and a gut dropping feeling starts to sink in. Hunker down, because that storm don't look that good. First came the high winds. Good thing we anchored our tent good, or else we would have had a worse flapping mess around us. You know that feeling when you get a nervous rock in your throat? That's exactly what we felt when we experienced natures powerful thunder cracks right above our heads! The worst sort of place to be in a thunder, rain, and lightning storm.

Our tent whipped and flopped around like a bunch of teenagers pushing on the walls of our tent. Rain sprays our tent from the black sky, while flashes of the nearby lightning strikes all around. We were praying that the lightning didn't strike our tent poles and turn us into roasted marshmallows. About an hour past the storms greeting, it swept past the mountains and into the valley below. The wind had stopped, and we climbed out of the tent. The electrical storm spread all along the valley below. The city lights of Whitehall, Cardwell, Three-Forks, Toston, Manhattan, Belgrade, Bozeman, Harrison, Pony, Norris, and Ennis glow into the dark sky. The storm was past, and the sky began to clear. With some intermittent clouds, the bright moon shined bright upon our mountain like a flashlight.