One Moment In Time

Axel and I struggled to pitch our already drenched tent that contains at least three gallons of water within its floor as the rain pours over us. We tried to put the fiberglass rods through the tent fabric, but with every push the weak fibers of the sheaths tear, requiring us to reverse our thrust and slide it backwards out of the hole.

For a while we repeated this, but soon we became too overwhelmed with the bitter cold so we decided to create new holes whenever the rod breaks free, ripping the slot once again. We set our sights on the towering cliffs to our six o’clock, to see rain still tearing grey streaks through the cumulus nimbus, as it races towards us. We hurry to finish construction of the ageing tent. Dressed only in our swim suits, we were homeless men relative to our classmates, who all had their shelters from the rain completed.

Finally, we finish pitching the tent and climbing in only to find more water than there was before. Even after the rain had stopped we still had the case of the water logged tent. We decided to use the water gun to suck up the water and shoot it out of the tent; which took about an hour. When most of the removable water was gone, we put a tarp over the wet sand and finally fell asleep to one humid night.

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