On heat waves, sandbars and millipedes – Melanie Cheney
River Mile 421, below
We set up camp on a gorgeous sand bar, continuing our nightly ritual. As the sun set, a bright and already huge white cumulus cloud grew before our very eyes, turning into a monstrous and brilliant pink anvil. We chattered the night away, and sang ourselves to sleep under the clouds, despite the 30% chance of rain. Well, the lightning caught Dan & I's attention at once, and we set up his supposedly 4-man tent in no time. Then we allowed the steady wind to lull us back to sleep, outside. It was just too hot to sleep in a tent. So when it started raining, we reluctantly crawled into the moist and sandy tent, calling to Anthony who was also sleeping nearby outside. The 3 of us couldn't help but giggle loudly at our impending situation. It was a rough night for all of us.
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