The blue-white lightning in the distance faded from view as the thunder boomed loudly overhead. The first thing I was aware of was that it was snowing evenHarder.
As I grasped to get a handle on my sitch, I realized that it was dark, almost pitch-black night. The only light was from a sliver of waning moonlight as it peeked through a break in the lightning illuminated, slow-moving snow clouds.
I looked around and then up at the sky again through the partly covered windshield. How long have I been out? I thought to myself. The last thing I remembered was the mid-May snow storm rollin in with a vengeance. I knew I was about 70 miles out of Middleton coming back from doing a solo fourteener on what had been a beautiful spring day, and then I remembered a flash of light luminating the Sloth, like a lightening rod, as the clouds overhead poured out their furious wrath on everything down below.