We went up to Camp Flat on Saturday afternoon and, well, camped. The dutch oven pizza was not ready until late, but the death of daylight savings time provided an extra hour of credit. We sang at the campfire and roasted marshmallows. The night was not cold, so it was easy to sit out until bedtime.In the morning, the wind was blowing and the clouds were skudding. At first it didn't look serious, but as soon as we started cooking breakfast a thunderstorm rolled in. It produced the brightest rainbow ever and was, in fact, quite beautiful. Not knowing how much moisture was in the storm, however, and not wanting to be stuck up on the Collett Top until the flood was over, we packed up the camp without finishing breakfast. We hurried down past Daves Canyon figuring that we'd want to get through the wash before the water got too deep. It was raining intermittently, but it never amounted to much and we needn't have worried.
So, we stopped in the wash and hiked around looking for some petroglyphs. We found a couple of panels four or five miles out of town. When we got home around lunch time, we finished cooking breakfast and had . . . brunch.
