Is there any feeling sweeter than waking up to the sound of rain on your tent fly, snuggling down into your blankets, and slipping back to sleep? Especially after months of drought and sunshine and the threat of fire. Of course, because we’ve been so long without rain I packed the rain fly away months ago, and even after yesterday’s low clouds persuaded me to dig it out of my gear I left the flaps rolled back to let in the night breeze. The second time I woke I was floating above a small lake on my sleeping pad. Still, it was a good morning.
The rain is already letting up but maybe we’ll get a shower or two today at market. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Our thirsty land needs it, and we Northwesterners, mossy as we are, need it too.
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