I went to ground.
In a tent.
My back and hips are dying.
So my best friend and I planned a roughly twenty mile trip for Friday and Saturday. Due to storms in the area and our trying out a national forest to which we've never been, we decided to go to ground for our dogs sake. All three dogs are experienced backpackers but we were of the mind that four walls a roof might be easier on them. WE WERE WRONG. They were juniper than I've ever seen them and we were miserable. We've always just put them in with us if the ground was wet or it was chilly.
On the way home we tried to remember all the reasons we had for going to ground. We couldn't remember why it was such a grand idea. Lol. My poor chihuahua NEVER even goes to sleep on the floor in the house not does my chow.
Moral of the story, don't under estimate your ability to weather storms in your hammock. My first night ever was in a raging gully washer and we were drier and didn't want to kill each other upon waking.
Who else has had one of these experiences?
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