During the night the weather turned for the worse.. the wind get fierce, and came howling across the cols, driving rain in front of it.
By a twist of fate, I was on the side of the tent facing the wind, and it was not long before the rain had forced its way through the canvas, and was dripping through onto me. Putting up with it for a while, but soon my down bag was soggy, and desperate action was called for ... putting my karimat between the fly sheet and inner, helped stem the flow, and then I curled up below Dave, pushing him out of the way until he grumbled, then rolled over into the puddle. Now he understood the situation, and we settled for the rest of the night listening to the wind rolling across the mountains.
The morning arrived and the weather had not improved, Nick and Sue had also had a leak, but less severe, Bryon and Alan had escaped with just keeping the tent from flattening, but no leaks.
A tactical withdraw was discussed and we soon packed up and headed back down the route we took yesterday.
Arriving back at the campsite in the valley, Nick was annoyed to find his tent wrapped around the fence, and in no shape to fulfill its primary function. Following logical discussion we soon gave up the weekend and took to the cars ... Bryon and Alan heading north, with the rest of us returning south and an appointment with the dryers.
By a twist of fate, I was on the side of the tent facing the wind, and it was not long before the rain had forced its way through the canvas, and was dripping through onto me. Putting up with it for a while, but soon my down bag was soggy, and desperate action was called for ... putting my karimat between the fly sheet and inner, helped stem the flow, and then I curled up below Dave, pushing him out of the way until he grumbled, then rolled over into the puddle. Now he understood the situation, and we settled for the rest of the night listening to the wind rolling across the mountains.
The morning arrived and the weather had not improved, Nick and Sue had also had a leak, but less severe, Bryon and Alan had escaped with just keeping the tent from flattening, but no leaks.
A tactical withdraw was discussed and we soon packed up and headed back down the route we took yesterday.
Arriving back at the campsite in the valley, Nick was annoyed to find his tent wrapped around the fence, and in no shape to fulfill its primary function. Following logical discussion we soon gave up the weekend and took to the cars ... Bryon and Alan heading north, with the rest of us returning south and an appointment with the dryers.