North Face 2-man tent on the hill.
When I got zipped into the tent and laid back on the sleeping
pad and turned off the lamp, I could see the tent being illuminated slightly by
the distant flashes of lightning. Then I
could hear the faint but constant clashes of thunder that rolled on and on. It was still warm enough that I was pouring
sweat. The tent flaps were open, so as
the storm approached, the advancing front’s wind caused the temperature to drop
and I began to cool off. Within a half
to three-quarters of an hour, the tent began getting pelted with huge, pregnant
drops of rain that sounded almost like small hail. The flaps were zipped closed. Within minutes, the full fury of the storm
was on me. The wind was about 40 mph and
the rain torrential. My North Face 2-man
tent has been very reliable, but I guess if enough water is applied with the
force of a fire hose, something will get through. I wasn’t really getting wet, as much as just
harassed by a driving mist presumably blowing under the fly and through the
tent’s mesh.
The storms were inspiring and lasted a good part of
the night. Each wave of storms lasted
about an hour. There would be a pause,
and then the next band would be on me.
Only the initial squall penetrated the tent. The remaining rains stayed outside where they
belonged.
Later in the night when my bladder woke me, the storms
had passed, and the near-full moon illuminated the tent to make any artificial
light unnecessary. It was now cool
enough that I had to pull my tee-shirt back on.
It was still too warm for even my summer sleeping bag, but I pulled my
sleeping bag liner out of the pack. With
my legs just tucked into it, it was perfect, and I dropped back off to sleep. (More on the sleeping bag liner later.)
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