Relative Something

We made it into our tents just as the storm front arrived Friday night. It was noteworthy, but we’ve slept through worse. However, the area the trail crossed just to our southeast must have experienced much stronger winds.

We risked our wellbeing to move what we could, and crawled over and under anything too big to lift.

The thick fog from morning dissipated as soon as the sun appeared, but lingered near the cool openings of the tunnels.

A good time is being had by all.

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