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I woke up in the morning, all cozy in our little tent. Tyler and I had slept well last night. We did not hear any bears roaming through the camp. Whether that was because the bears had a feast last night and felt no need to return for more food, or because we just slept through them walking by our heads, I guess I’ll never know.
About the time I woke up, I noticed that it started sprinkling. I made a dash for the towels we had strung up the night before and stowed them in the car along with the camp chairs. Back into the tent I went. Tyler and I waited out the drizzle. It seemed to let up, so I hurried to the bathhouse to change clothes. I was just finishing brushing my teeth when it started legitimately raining. By the time I made it to the car, it was downright pouring. I could hear Tyler hollering encouragement as I scurried to the car. I dove inside and sheltered there until the rain let up a bit. While I waited, I read Just Passin’ Thru, a wonderful book Nancy gave me about Mountain Crossings, the outdoor gear store on the Appalachian Trail.