Beautiful green pastures do not always come as advertised. This shot is the morning after a miserable night is sheeting rain that turned this patch if green into a puddle and gale force winds that blew the tent down twice.
The spot was suspect but the best of a bunch of bad options. The first time the tent came down, it wasn’t raining so I took advantage of the calm in the storm to double-peg all the corners and move the canoe to create a bit of a windbreak. Well, all the corners save one. I was too lazy to fetch another peg for that last corner.
I paid dearly for being so slack. It was that leg that pulled out the second and the wind did the rest. I woke up in a puddle and the packs, normally weather-safe in the tent vestibules were even wetter.
Seeing that no more damage could be done, I lay awake and listened to the storm no longer outside but half-in and out.
I packed up in the pouring rain wondering how I would manage Karta out of the pasture muck and back into the road.
I knew all too well there are no shortcuts. And two pegs are always better than one.