I awoke to rain again, this time pattering against the rain fly of the tent. I knew instantly we had made a mistake the night before, and I snuggled down into my sleeping bag and put the pillow over my head, willing it away for a few minutes.
While we had the foresight to put the rain fly on, we had forgotten to cover the clothes we had hung up the night before, most of our gear, and even our Maine Atlas had been soaked. Oops! Oh well, nothing had been ruined, and we packed up in a precipitation break.
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