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willowrootAt the very least, my body, my car, my gear and my brother C got back intact last night from my first camping trip in 13 years, to the lovely North Manitou Island. I'm pretty sure that my brain was either left behind on the island, or is loitering back home, still abed. Then again, it is Monday.
It was most certainly, as C requested for his birthday trip, an adventure. WET is a good description.* Woolly, at moments. Wild... yes, I'd say the buck-horns-a'comin'-in, whose shoulder came up to mine, brazenly staring at C and I as we walked past not 20 feet away, counts as wild.
But the next time the weather forecast for the Traverse City area says "70% chance of thunderstorms with up to 1" of rainfall" I'm going to believe them. I'm simply glad we got the tent up in the sun-break between storm-waves.
CF sopping, drenched, soaking, awash, hang-dog, and afloat
It was most certainly, as C requested for his birthday trip, an adventure. WET is a good description.* Woolly, at moments. Wild... yes, I'd say the buck-horns-a'comin'-in, whose shoulder came up to mine, brazenly staring at C and I as we walked past not 20 feet away, counts as wild.
But the next time the weather forecast for the Traverse City area says "70% chance of thunderstorms with up to 1" of rainfall" I'm going to believe them. I'm simply glad we got the tent up in the sun-break between storm-waves.
CF sopping, drenched, soaking, awash, hang-dog, and afloat
