This was my campsite when I got up there. As it turned out, I got totally worked by a storm that materialized in the early morning-- worked such that I went so far as to assume the halfway down the hill on a rubber sleeping pad and far away from all things metal fetal position as an anti-lightning maneuver. It worked, apparently. My stuff and I did manage to get totally soaked in the process, but the drying out was cake since the next day was sunny again-- as if the Elements, with their palms up and shoulders shrugged, were saying "What? What'd we do?"