It is early evening in the Forks of Cascade Canyon, and clouds are crawling over the mountaintops and descending towards us at an alarming rate. Lightning slashes between the peaks, and within seconds, we are in the heart of the storm. Rain pummels our raincoats, and thunder roars in our chests.
Read MoreEarly morning mist in the Forks of Cascade Canyon, with sunlight burning off the remnants of a soul-rattling thunderstorm in the backcountry.