Campsite #3

Where I endured one of the strongest thunderstorms I've ever seen on a bike trip.

I was woken up around 1am by rain pounding on my tent, thunder and lightning. This "campsite" was not technically at a "campground" - I just pitched my tent on the side of the trail - and I didn't know it was supposed to rain, so I hadn't secured my rainfly very well.

I woke up again at 3am. The lightning and wind had picked up and I had lost a stake. After listening to the trees getting blown around and feeling my tent almost move with me in it, I decided to abandon ship and find real shelter in case a branch fell on me. I put my raingear on and headed out. Naturally, about 15 minutes later, things calmed down.

Didn't get much sleep and coffeeshops don't open until noon around here (apparently). This morning is a struggle.Читать далее