Seriously, what the hell was a severed deer leg doing in my campsite?
In the picture below, it's pretty obvious where Red Shale Campground gets its name:
In the picture below, it's pretty obvious where Red Shale Campground gets its name:
The area where I set up my tent was pretty rocky, and therefore I was only able to get the stakes pounded halfway in. I realized this would be a problem if a storm came during the night, but I wasn't too worried; a thunderstorm had been brewing, but it passed harmlessly by to the south, and the rest of the skies looked relatively clear.
It turns out, however, that I spoke too soon. At about 1:30am, I awoke to the sound of thunder in the distance. I listened, hoping that it would pass by like the previous storm. However, as the sound of thunder grew closer and closer, I decided that I might have a problem. Suddenly, an otherworldly roaring sound filled my ears, and I realized that it was the wind rushing through the trees. As fast as I could, I tore out of the tent and threw my sleeping bag and myself into the car. Seconds later the wind, rain, and thunder ripped into the campground. After sleeping a few hours in the car, I awoke to the sight of my broken and battered tent:
It turns out, however, that I spoke too soon. At about 1:30am, I awoke to the sound of thunder in the distance. I listened, hoping that it would pass by like the previous storm. However, as the sound of thunder grew closer and closer, I decided that I might have a problem. Suddenly, an otherworldly roaring sound filled my ears, and I realized that it was the wind rushing through the trees. As fast as I could, I tore out of the tent and threw my sleeping bag and myself into the car. Seconds later the wind, rain, and thunder ripped into the campground. After sleeping a few hours in the car, I awoke to the sight of my broken and battered tent:
The tent was soaked, but at least it didn't blow away.
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