Legs and Borders

Dry day for a change, but last night might have just killed my (somewhat dying already) sleeping bag. I woke up at 7:00 but I didn't start to pack as it was still dark and I didn't want to agitate Hun, the German shepherd sleeping next to me, he was also the reason I didn't move my sleeping bag at night knowing full well the water is dripping on it from the leaky roof.  This might have been one of the worst nights I had on any trail so far, it was all things combined - the heavy rain, wind howling through the empty window frames, roof leaking wherever the wind was pushing the rain through it, the massive, confused dog, his way under prepared, sleeping under tarpaulin on a concrete floor owner and obviously the whole build up of an extremely rainy and miserable day. Once it got bright at around 8am, I slowly started to pack up my things, Hun immediately came over and was inspecting my every move, I decided to give him a packet of tuna to show that I'm a friendly fellow, ...