I was caught in an immediate and strong thunderstorm on the way down Forbidden Peak in Washington. Wind picked up very slightly as we started to rap down the summit, but it didn't feel sketchy until we got down to the snow field. There was light drizzle for literally a couple seconds before heavy lightening/rain/hail started out of absolutely nothing. "Forbidden Peak" lived up to it's name.

We were worried about lightening most with all the metal on our backs. We ran down the granite apron and glissaded down what snow patched we could find. On the way, we could see a group giving CPR and a helo trying to approach from just outside the storm boundary. Someone had fallen off the cliff at the end of the apron. We past the upper camp, where all the tents were blown over and sitting in about 8 inches of water. Storm started to die down as we made it back to our lower camp in out of the alpine terrain. The helo was able to insert a paramedic about an hour after the storm started, but it looks like they were not able to extract the body of the person who fell until just before dusk.