Winning: the human eye. It has finally ejected the tree branch that I've been carrying around, and though it still throbs in torment with every photon, I can feel the corner turned. Good thing; we'd almost been at the point of running back to Buffalo for a doctor.
Losing: the tent. I swear it used to be waterproof. We put the fly on and everything, but water is sneaking in from the top seam and from every side. Darn that mousy cabin.
Another loss: My rain jacket, in that I seem to have left it hanging in the closet at the Hotel Lafayette. Double-darn. Deb crafts a replacement from our best trash bag:
Just in time for a full day of heavy rain. We are wet, wetter, quite sodden. We trudge the muddy trail and race along the rainslick road portions, hoping to dry out at the next shelter on the map... surprise, says a helpful poster on a tree, the shelter and miles of trail around it no longer exist. A reroute is suggested, which we'll deal with tomorrow. Nothing to do tonight but suck it up, put up the wet tent, and put our wet selves inside, and fantasize about the warm, dry days that must surely lie ahead.
Dark times. And wet. Glad to hear the eye is on the mend. Looking forward to your continuing adventures.
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