The night of our great epochal feat, the sky grew dark early and sinister clouds dropped lower over our tent. The day was cloudy, and we camped in an open sandy stretch. At about 9p the storm started; thunder, lightning, hard rain and angry winds. My eyes were held open as prisoners all night, as I waited for the storm fit to pass. It didn't.
We've all lost some weight, but were thankfully hefty enough to hold down the tent. I wish I were exaggerating, but the winds were tilting our tent up on its side, and the rain was painfully cold. We waited it out as long as we could, but we had to eat. Eating is done outside. I told myself that it must sound worse than it really is outside. I forced the guys outside, to eat a bit, but once outside, we realized that we were tent bound. Really, there was no way we could go out to hike. I brought in emergency blankets and we somehow kept the rain out all day, played cards and read a bunch.
Cold. Wet. Disappointing day.