As we descended into the valley to the Barranco Camp, the ecology made a transition from the Alpine desert of our high point to the unique Moorland ecology of the valley. As we descended the clouds moved in and it began to rain in earnest. I had neglected to pack my rain pants in my day pack so my pants and long underwear got soaked. I did manage to keep my socks and boots relatively dry. Even with all their rain gear, Kendal and Arthur had wet clothing.

We arrived at a wet, muddy camp. The insides of the tents were wet, the sleeping mats had wet spots and there were wet spots inside my duffel. I changed into dry clothing and repacked my duffel to try and keep as much of my clothing dry as possible. Muddy boots were stashed outside the tent under the rain fly. We handed our wettest clothing to a porter to hang in the cooking tent to dry (they did not dry). This was definitely the low point of the trip for me; we each had on our one remaining set of dry clothing and were doubting our ability to keep dry through the night and the next day.