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Drip.
Drip.
Thats cold.
Why are my socks wet.
Oh I'm cold.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
What is that noise.
Drip.
What time is it??
 Where is my watch?
5AM? Sleepy time.

8AM.

It's pouring.
My corner of the tent is sopping wet.

A decision is made to pack up quickly.
The rain has killed all plans of pancakes over a fire.
It also hindered our sunrise hike.
The disappointment in the air soon lifted as soon as we decided to go to Waffle House. 

Pack.
Pack.
It's all wet.
Oh well.
We will dry it out.
Lets get on the road.


Peanut butter waffle and coffee.

Great way to end a happy weekend.
Back to work tomorrow.