Woke up to rain. Waited till a bit past 5am to head over to the shower in the dark. The rain had slowed to a drizzle then. By the time I shaved my legs and face the rain was striking the ground hard. I hurried under the awning to the lavatory, brushed my teeth and took my pills. I am running low on estrodol. I will need to go to the pharmacy soon.
At 7am the rain slowed enough for me to return to my tent and to cook some oatmeal. At 8am another short break in the rain allowed me to ask when my check would be sent to the bank. I was told, tomorrow, so I should avoid more overdraft charges.
At 9;30 the rain paused. I walked down the Popular Leaf Trail at 10am. I found wild strawberries and scattered some seeds around. I flipped leaves over and found a dozen red worms in 5 times as many tries. Not bad.
I returned to my campsite and rearranged the draping of my rain-fly so the tent could air out. My mattress and blankets were when I came back to camp last night. I took the bamboo to the lake and soon caught three fish on the red worms, two bluegill and one pumpkin. I had to stop fishing in the middle to take cover from another short rain.
Back at camp, I used the last of my dry wood to cook the fish and another serving of oatmeal. It did not rain for an hour and a half. Having put the rain-fly back on properly, I rite this while listening to more rain splatter on the tent. There are two small leaks on thoroughly saturated seams, that keep on dripping water. I am damp and cold, Daddy. Could you give the sun a chance tomorrow?
Good night, dear.
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