It hailed yesterday in Sydney, apparently a very rare occurrence. So rare that a) people flipped out about less than an inch of hail, and b) most people are saying it snowed. And I thought Eugene went nuts over ice crystals from the sky.
The storm came literally out of the blue, with the weather never hinting at rain until the last moment. I was spending the afternoon out climbing in Narrabeen, and we were starting up on a new route when we felt the first rumble of thunder, immediately distinct from the airliners passing every so often overhead. Optimistically we watched the darkest of the clouds pass south of us, but as the guy putting up the route struggled just to make it past the first bolt, we decided we were courting disaster and managed to pack up our gear just as the sky opened and dropped a municipal water supply on the area. We sprinted back to the car, grinning and yelling the whole way, and despite making the trip back in mere minutes even though I had somehow been saddled with both ropes, we were pouring rivulets of water by the time we got inside. Only as we drove back into town did we realize what had missed us, as cars coming the other way looked like they’d just pulled out of a snowdrift.
The rest of the weekend was nice and relaxing, finding a new local coffee shop with comfy couches to read in, run by a family from Tahoe of all places, going to see the new X-Files movie, and getting lots of sleep, which I found I really missed.
Getting up early again this morning was not a welcome return to the week.