Charter Out

We wake early, as we do every day. Usually we crawl into our sleeping bags by nine to get out of the wind that comes up after dinner. This leaves us awake in our tents at first light, dozing and reading for some hours as we hope for the morning sun to burn off the mist.

Like most of the other mornings, it’s misty but not really raining. The inside of my rainfly is beaded with moisture from the night. I’m laying on my crinkly Therm-a-Rest…