"wind/unlikely rain"
You know, that phrase triggered memories of sitting in McClure Meadow at a campsite watching JMT thrus marching off into the dusk in the pouring down rain, as small rivers eroded the duff out from under our tents and my rain jacket slowly soaked through, getting my shirt and bra wet, and remembering the McClure Meadow ranger's dull voiced warnings (by this time he had likely repeated the same thing over and over and over that day, "it's going to storm, don't go over the pass in the storm, don't go over the pass in the storm…").
It was late July. As has happened many times to me over the years, the forecast was next to useless – on a long trip, you can't predict. As the thrus ran on into the night wearing running shorts, tank tops, and Tevas trying to beat their own deadline to Whitney, many of them adamant that they were getting over Muir Pass before midnight, I reflected on how building a few extra days into a schedule to allow for hunkering down might be a good idea. Seeing as how lightning has thwarted other endeavors I had planned for the high granite, like the Tablelands traverse that turned into running up Elizabeth Pass trying to get over before the clouds gathered again for another round, and getting soaked on the way to Bearpaw later in the day as we ran slipping in the mud down the trail….
I would say weather is more than likely, having been snowed on, hailed on, rained on and treated to several lightning shows each summer, July and August, September, June…