The day started off moist. When I woke up, I spotted a couple of places where the tent fly was laying against the tent body, and it was wet. That seems like the first time that has happened with this tent, but Kay’s confident it has happened before. Either way, it might have something to do with my dog laying against the sides of the tent - I’m convinced that’s how the poles have acquired the slight bend they now sport. When we ventured out of the tent, it looked like we were…

Despite complaining about the room, we both ended up getting a pretty good night’s sleep.

Last night was hard.