A week later from my first 101 attempt was quite different. Unable to reach the next campsite, it's still raining steadily, and daylight ended as I walked up the endless northland road. I pitched beside the road in a way lay on bracken a foot above any hard ground. No where to hammer in the stakes into the ground so tied them in the rain to whatever I could.
The next morning it was wet inside, outside, puddles everywhere but I was dry and warm. The lessons continue as I find refuge in my one-person tent.
