Reality. It hits sometimes.
This will be my home for 11 months. A mire tent. I look at this and think, I am in for the adventure of a lifetime. It is true. Part of our packing list included our own tent. I bought this tent Saturday night. I got it home and I had to set it up, and yes of course I slept in it! Ol' Karl and I had a slumber party in my tent. You could call it a christening of sorts. Karl is a Valentine's gift from Ryan two years ago. He is the biggest bear I have ever seen in my whole entire life. He is nice, but he likes to hog all the blankets and he sheds quite a bit.
As I lay there, I thought about my trip. Looking at the ceiling of my tent, there is only misquotes mesh covering the top. (No worries the tent came with a full rainfly, a tarp like device, secured over the top of the tent in case we are due for inclement weather….. A.K.A torrential downpours. I hear from previous racers that they happen frequently, and it was suggested to make sure our tent came standard with one.) Since the netting is transparent, I will have the perfect view of the stars at night.
Before I drifted off to sleep. I said a prayer in my little tent. I asked for God's protection over the tent, my home. I asked him to have it be a safe place to rest while on my trip. I know he heard me because I felt a peace.
