We had the doors off the Jeeps, but left the roofs on. We loaded up the two Jeeps with more gear than we needed, and headed off to the south.
After a while, we topped a ridge and found a place where the Pinhoti meets the road, and a great view stretched out beyond.
As we stood there, we noticed a wall of rain approaching from the south, and realized it was coming rather swiftly. Michael was still standing a good ways away from the Jeep, and he yelled "Oh, its coming!" Before sprinting back to where I was. It almost looked like a tsunami hit before he made it back, as the storm obscured vision and thoroughly soaked everything. The small trickle of water on the road became a rushing stream, and a large volume of water came in through the door and filled the floorboard. We couldn't see enough to drive until the rain slowed down a bit. When it did slow down, the road was quite waterlogged.
We drove on, through what looked like a tropical rainforest. The rain had brought mists with it, making the forest look mystical.
The following morning the sun came out and dried out the fog. It was a lovely day.
The road home was pleasant and dry.
It was a great trip, the inclement weather served to make it more of an adventure.