Twenty years ago this month (give or take year) I set up camp in the rain at Dolly Copp. The story at the link below is my memory of that night.
Myths can't be translated as they did in their ancient soil. We can only find our own meaning in our own time. -Margaret Atwood, writer (1939-)
Thoroughly enjoyed reading your May Camp story. Ahhh memories! Congratulations on the publishing of your writings too.
Wow, you passed the ultimate camping test--creating a haven of comfort in dark, pouring rain! I probably would have wimped out and headed to a motel in Gorham for the night. But if you can make yourself happy and comfortable in those conditions, you are very fortunate! Thanks for sharing this story.