In the morning I got to admire my tent, the Wrybread Dome, pitched on the roof,
on which it rained most of the night. The Dome held up well, but my boots, which I'd cleverly left out in the open, were another story.
But the spot was really nice. To anyone who's been couped up in a city for awhile, the smell of nice wet pungent forest is the antidote.