![]() ![]() When the alarm went off at 7:30 and I sat up and began slowly gathering momentum. Im going to sleep for another hour and a half. Even in my typical morning fugue state I can concoct a pretty sound argument, so long as the topic is convincing myself to sleep more. ![]() Im on vacation, Im not going to rush, rush, rush, just so I can enjoy myself, its oxymoronic. Six oclock comes pretty early when you dont go to bed until 1:30. At least I had a dry place to put all of it. The hail didnt start until after I began unloading the rest of the gear from the bike. Almost immediately after setting up my tent and poor mans vestibule it started to rain in earnest. I put it up anyway more as a totem to ward off the luck of the Irish which by the way was an ironic statement about the bad luck which seems to hang over the descendants of the Emerald Isle like a black cloud than out of any real concern than it indeed would rain. Not that I had anything better to do, but still, it was kind of a pain in the ass and Id nearly skipped it on the third night. I nearly hadnt since on the previous two nights it had proved to be a waste of time. ![]()
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