We were knocking off 40 miles of AT north of Atkins, VA last week. The last night I had to hang between two trees ~30 ft apart. I made the mistake of pulling the WBBR too tight with too little angle. It felt kind of tippy but I did not readjust to a higher/looser hang before easing off to sleep. Around 2am my hiker buddy Stickman (ground dweller) was ~ 15 ft from me in his tent having a very vivid bear attack dream; “Run Al, he’s coming up the creak”. I woke up and yelled at him to pipe down, not shoot himself with his bear spray, a few other expletives, and went back to sleep. About an hour later I dreamt that a bear was pushing down on the starboard side of my hammock and lo and behold I ended up face down on my net looking at the ground (for real). Too embarrassed to request assistance from a ground dweller I eased to my zipper (luckily at the head of the net) unzipped and quietly oozed out of the inverted hammock via the head orifice.
Another tribute to the bullet proof WBBR.
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