In spite of the raging storm, I was snug and dry and feeling quite smug... that is until the sprinkler, conveniently located just inside my tent's vestibule, came on. "What the...?!" I mumbled as the spray soaked me, my sleeping bag, pad and clothes. I jumped up, dragged my now soaking tent to safety and crawled back inside. It wasn't much drier inside than out so I decided to pack up my soggy gear and hit the road. It was 3:30 am, dark as the inside of a cow and raining, but I hardly noticed, I think I might have been still half asleep as I pedaled out of town and south on Highway 97 toward my day's destination, Orondo, where I'm now camped.
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