Happier In The Rain
So, I've left the shelter of a house, with its shower and its roof, and now I'm sitting in my tent on top of my new ultralite cot, which has tears in it already and will have to be replaced via the old General Delivery post office dance, it's raining, and I'm happier now than I was this morning. Something about being in a house for too many days starts playing with my mind, just like being in a motel. It's the comfort of it. Why get on this five-wheeled contraption and pedal off into the cold fog when you can stay here where it's warm and there's television? So I had a bit of the mopes this morning, but they vanished during the very short 7.5 miles to Humbug Mountain, where I write to you now from my tent, after dark. The hiker/biker sites here are tucked away between two steeply-inclined walls of forest, the more distant of which was topped with an ephemeral cloud layer that seeped down through its crown of cedars, sending tendrils of mist exploring among the lower branches. The fog never descended into the valley, but there's a gentle rain falling, interspersed with intermittent lightning that illuminates the tent with rainfly blue. The thunder, when it comes, rolls slowly north and south, rumbling off the mountainsides. I'll sleep well tonight.
Not too much of a post, really...the weather's going to be foggy and overcast for the next few days, so power will be at a premium.
Good night.
