Sunday, February 9, 2014

First winter

Fantastic weather on the way in and on the way out. In between, however, 36 hours of rain, snow, more snow, rain, more rain. By Saturday morning the wind-beaten backside of the tent was encrusted with ice. When the water finally stopped coming on Sunday morning, it was almost a pity. At this point I had run out of food and didn't have dry pants anymore. But I still had half a battery life on my Kindle and half a dozen new books to get through. I should have stayed the entire week. Reading. Sleeping. Lying awake in the darkness. Standing naked in the storm. Pissing. Back to reading. Waiting for the next day. It's a simple life at the loch.

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