Backpacking in the Sierras day 2

We got up at about 7:30, and commenced the process of making, eating, and cleaning breakfast. At 10:00 we took a day hike up to College Lake, but after the first stretch, we lost the defined trail. It didn't matter. Adam and I led the way scrambling up the mountainside. When we reached College Lake, Adam(as usual) started looking for helgramites while the adults talked and took pictures. Later, we went to the other part of the lake, where there were many tiny, thin brook trout. There was also snow/ice, which the two dads decided to slip and slide their way up on. We ate lunch, and then it started to rain really hard. A few minutes later, we heard thunder and hid under some short trees. We waited for the storm to calm down for ten minutes, but it only got worse. Deciding that we had better return to our camp, we started to inch our way down the mountain. After a while, we reached the opposite sid of the lake from our camp. Unfortunately, the terrain was bare rock that led into wet meadows: not exactly the best thing to go through. After a moment's hesitation, we scrambled down the bare rock and ran through the wet meadow which, amazingly, had about five streams through it. Finally, we arrived at the covered side of the lake, and slowly made our way toward the campsite. At the moment we arrived, the rain stopped. It was amazing how quickly the sky went from stormy to baby blue. Then, Adam and his dad went fishing while Dad and I took a hike up the rocks near our camp. When we got to the top, we saw a helicopter that soared far away over the mountains. Dad took some pictures and then we started to walk down to where Adam was fishing. When we got there, it started raining once more! Admittedly, it was just a tiny pitter-patter, but it was shocking that we were being treated to two rain clouds in one day. All four of us started strolling back to camp, when Dad realized that the socks that he had put out to dry were getting soaked. We rushed back and hurried under some pine trees. It was amazing how little water the tree let through its branches. Unfortunately, I can't say the same thing for our tents. In trying to follow guidelines and camp far from the lake, we had neglected the fact that our tents were in the drainage. All the water falling ahead of the tents was flowing under them, possibly wetting the sleeping bags. Then it started raining even harder, and the water penetrated the trees thick needles. I realized that I was moronically wearing shorts! With my legs freezing and the water flowing over the tarp, I dreaded to wonder whether or not our sleeping bags had gotten wet. Fortunately, that thought was diverted when the rain started making tiny, cm long baby pinecones fall from the tree. It sort of looked like popcorn. When I thought it couldn't get any worse, it suddenly did: it started hailing. Once it started, I actually wasn't that surprised. We were, after all, at 9200 ft. in the High Sierras. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the rain stopped. We looked into our tent and-Eureka!-the sleeping bags were fairly dry. One of the pads had a few spots of water on it, but otherwise the tent was just fine. We dried everything out and moved the tent to a closer(60 ft. from the water) but drier spot on the hill. Finally, we ate dinner, which was maggi, kous-kous, and tomato soup, and went to sleep.