Today is my birthday. Today is spent confined to our small 6 x 4 foot little yellow tent as the rains come in trickles to bursts and winds come in gusts. Fortunately I love our little yellow tent. I love small spaces. I love a lazy day doing nothing more strenuous than reading and adjusting my thermarest chair. So rarely do I get the opportunity in life to do nothing and not feel guilty about it.
The forecast said 90% chance of rain, and I believe they meant that it would actually rain 90% of the day, which it has. So I was warned and even prepared. Fortunately too, we’ve done this routine before. Our first memorable epic wait out the rain in the tent came in Turkey. Willie remembers it as two nights, I think it was 3, but really it was just a long time. We both agree it was long enough to run out of water and collect rain dripping off the tent fly to make tea or soup mix, or both. We endured some epic rain stops in Colombia, where we waited out most of the day in a lean to on the side of the dirt road. I eventually became so cold that Willie made hot chocolate and wrapped me in my down sleeping bag. Not enough room to set up a tent on that hillside.
Today is particularly easy. Our nylon membrane is enough to make me feel secure. I know that we will read, play some cards, nap, make some tea, nap, read, play some cards, tell stories, laugh, make some tea, and wait out the rain. I feel so good swaddled in my silk sheet and lusciously cozy down bag.
I don’t mind that my birthday is spent lying in repose. A time to reflect, to recharge, to celebrate that I still find joy being stuck in a tent with the one I love.
(October 3, from the little yellow tent in the woods)