July 13, 2012, 708pm, at camp
About an hour and a half ago, the sky went grey, the wind picked up, the animals went silent…and nothing.
I had planned on going for another swim but instead, I battened down the hatches, put everything in my tent or in my vehicle, and waited for the skies to open up and unleash a torrent of water.
I’m not 100% certain that the threat is over, so I’m on a hair trigger, ready to dash into my tent and zip up the windows at the first sign of water.
Maybe going camping on Friday the 13th wasn’t the best idea in the world.