West Virginia has proven to be rather wet of late, with three of the last four weekends involving far too much rain. And it’s unlikely to let up any time soon, as Hurricane Katrina will be headed that way after doing its best on New Orleans (of course, it won’t be a hurricane any more, just a patch of nasty weather).
It stopped raining for about 46 minutes* over the weekend. Long enough to set up a slackline in the campground, and fall off it a few times.
In other news, the fabric on my thermarest has started bubbling, so when I inflate it, it now looks like it has a tumour. I didn’t like to mention anything infront of it, but I think perhaps its days are numbered. On the plus side, I now own down booties (and I hadn’t realised I could construct a sentence using the letters ‘wno’ so many times).
* Time quoted may be an exaggeration
2 replies on “weekend of no climbing”
Hah, serves you right, you should be down here playing in the snow under clear sunny skies. :P
Pah, but from what I’ve heard, the snow has been lousy this year anyway. But I do like the idea of clear sunny skies. And no humidity.