The night was dawning so we had to find a campground fast. When we reached Smokemont campground, it was nearly 8, and nearly dark. We pitched our tent and were cooking our gourmet Chef Boyardee, when it started drizzling. My tent, hardly used, comes with a rain fly, which we had set up ready for this exact situation. With confidence, we finished our meal, grabbed the guitar and started jamming in the tent under the slowly strengthening rain. At about midnight, (or what we thought to be so because we had forgotten to shift the clock on my phone) we came to a disheartening realization: the tent was slowly flooding!
Our first night and we were facing a serious problem. Raffi and I stashed away the guitar, ran outside to get the extra tarps out of the pick ukkp, and draped them over the tent to prevent excess rain from getting in. After that, we spent about fifteen minutes and an entire roll of paper towels to clean up the accumulated water in the tent. To make matters worse, the tarps had trapped the hot humidity in our tent, so by the end of it, our sweat was basically re-wetting the inside of our tent. What a drag. We also began hearing bizarre, bear-like noises in the distance. Double drag.
Anyway, after an hour or two of cooling down and good conversation, we managed to fall asleep.
Our first night and we were facing a serious problem. Raffi and I stashed away the guitar, ran outside to get the extra tarps out of the pick ukkp, and draped them over the tent to prevent excess rain from getting in. After that, we spent about fifteen minutes and an entire roll of paper towels to clean up the accumulated water in the tent. To make matters worse, the tarps had trapped the hot humidity in our tent, so by the end of it, our sweat was basically re-wetting the inside of our tent. What a drag. We also began hearing bizarre, bear-like noises in the distance. Double drag.
Anyway, after an hour or two of cooling down and good conversation, we managed to fall asleep.
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