“I heard the rain on the tent this morning and thought it would be wetter,” I say. The ground still seems dry.
“Yeah, always seems that way in a tent,” Jeremy observes.
Last night’s hike was just right. We got back into camp, eager to sit fireside and finish off Joel’s summer sausage, which is just what we did before retiring. The night was quiet until the patter of morning rain.
Today we need to get out of the mountains, back to mom’s, load up our bikes and gear, then drive home. We also want to pack up before the rain gets any heavier. We don’t need to hurry but after hot oatmeal and coffee, we don’t dally.