II love a good rainstorm. I love listening to thunder. As I make my rounds around camp at 2:45am and start zipping up windows, I catch the eyes of someone who usually shares my interests, but doesn't at this time.
Funny, as the thunder gets closer, the sound of animals howling began, got worked up and faded off.
Almost 3am and lighting is upon us and rain started. Here we go.
Crisis now thin as paper. Two sweet things making their way into the 4am sprinkles for a short trek. Next obstacle: dealing with borrowed tent that is apparently not waterproof.