Rain

Just rain.

I'm camped up a dirt road, in the Coconino National Forest, near Flagstaff, with Bob and others. And it's raining.

My thoughts turn to the condition of the parallel ruts I took to get here. Will I be trapped here not only until it stops raining in a couple of days, but also until the road firms back up? Should I make a run for it now, even though I just got here yesterday afternoon?

Rain.

And not enough light to charge my batteries.

Days like this make the idea of living in a building again seem appealing.

Rain.

I could get a hotel room. If I can get out of here.

Rain.