The only time I slept outside was when I was 10-years old and wanted to have a sleepover in the back yard.
Do we move the tent or leave it where it was and just let the water seep through?
Defeated, the fiance and I curled up in our wet sleeping bags and wet tent and tried to steal as much body heat from each other as possible.
The thunder and lightening was so fierce, I felt like I was at a dance club that just so happened to be flooded, dark and cold.
Despite the worst night sleep of my life and possible hypothermia, we woke up to clear blue skies and a beautiful white beach…
Life was good.
And would have been even better in a hotel that night. Unfortunately the fiance had other plans.
|That waterfall was not there the night before.|
This was ROTTING POOP grown on a tree.
My headlamp stops working.