First Line Of Spring Rains

Yesterday the rain started and didn't stop. So I headed up to the top of Taipa Grande for a wind rain hilltop view line. It was great. Reminiscent of the Daapside MLK ridge line. But new twist... super gusty wind straight off the South China Sea and on a mission to deline me. We tangled and I walked on. Then the darkness came. The rain got braver. It tried to wash me off the mountain. It was late so I took the hint and headed down. When I got home I took out the line to dry and noticed there was a sling and biner missing. Fuck. I knew exactly where it was. In the darkness I'd left it on the tree. I thought... well, I don't have this raincoat for nothing! So off I went back into the rainy night. A second trudge up three hundred steps to the loop trail then halfway around to the backside and the line. Right where I left it. The rain sounded good tapping on my hood. It was invigorating to feel the water splashing my face and running over my hands. Below me, the lights of the strip looked cleaner in the rain. They seemed warmer and farther away. I walked home the long way and the rain never let up. I was a little glad that the others had turned down the dusk rain hilltop line that night. It was good to be out in it alone with no one to talk to because there were no words. This place has it's moments for sure.