When the going gets tough, you forget all about your feet! The rain worked wonders for the sweat, too. I knew this place, had driven through it so many times as a student, but can’t for the life of me remember what it’s called, and, in keeping with my frame of mind one year ago to this day, I’m not inclined to look it up, either. All I know from this day is that it rained, a lot. I had cider for lunch – always good when you get a fix in the middle of the day! And that my feet didn’t hurt quite so much going UP!
Also, going UP! I was gaining on cousin Stu, and let me tell you, that felt gooooooood.
To be fair, as cousin Stu often said, I am a year younger than him.
It’s probably why I got the wet side of the tent.
Speaking of which…
I love that tent. I mean, I love it. It was, however, about to be sorely tested as the rain gave us a good lashing, and the wind, well it could have been cousin Stu, but, to be fair, I think it was both of us!