The following is an excerpt from our road trip to Tara’s hometown earlier this summer. We went through Jackson WY, Yellowstone, Bighorn NF, The Black Hills, and The Badlands on our way to Yankton. This is from our 3rd night on the road in Bighorn National Forest.
It’s 10:30 in the evening and Tara and I are sitting in the tent as rain patters on the canvas roof. We are camped in North-Central Wyoming next to a roaring stream with rocky canyon walls rising up on either side of us. Shortly after dinner, the clouds came in fast and we raced to set up the tent and take showers with our new solar shower. We stood naked in the dark woods, under the eerie light from a small lantern, shivering from the cold water issued from the 6 gallon black bag that I had hung from a tree (1 hour to heat up, my ass). Meanwhile, the rain held off for us.
Later, as I sat in the pit toilet, I perceived a quick flash that I took to be lightening. A second later, thunder ripped across the sky so violently that the walls of the john seemed to shake. This fury lasted for a full 30 seconds as I quickly finished up and left the latrine just in time to see Tara, clad in poncho and headlamp sprinting up the road in my direction. The rain was just starting the fall as she reached me and exclaimed: “I’m scared and I have to pee!!” Feeling obligated to stay with her, I accompanied her back up to the latrine and waited outside the door under the awning as she went in. My efforts only worsened things, however, as she did not realize I was doing so and got the shit scared out of her when she came out and saw only my headlamp inches from her in the dark.
So now, after much excitement, we’re relaxing in the tent before bed. I believe the rain has stopped, but it’s hard to tell with the roar of the stream. Should sleep well tonight.