Well, friends, the PCT can dish. it. out. Tuesday night was definitely the worst night I’ve ever spent outdoors. Camped high on a ridge and enjoyed 12 solid hours of 50 mph winds and horizontal rain. Drifts of dirt were constantly blowing in through the tent doors. Both tent lines snapped just before midnight and I spent the next 5 hours propping up the tent with my back and feet. Just before dawn I gave up entirely and just packed up in the middle of the storm and started walking.
Kindness of strangers
Kindness of strangers
Kindness of strangers
Well, friends, the PCT can dish. it. out. Tuesday night was definitely the worst night I’ve ever spent outdoors. Camped high on a ridge and enjoyed 12 solid hours of 50 mph winds and horizontal rain. Drifts of dirt were constantly blowing in through the tent doors. Both tent lines snapped just before midnight and I spent the next 5 hours propping up the tent with my back and feet. Just before dawn I gave up entirely and just packed up in the middle of the storm and started walking.