So last night (Monday) John drove me out of town up to the Buttermilks. Had a lot to carry in the dark to camp, needed my sunglasses on to protect against the blowing sand. I opened the truck door threw my dear in and got blown over. It was time to go back to town, I decided. I began to pack everything I needed for the night and next days. Five minutes later and I saw John retreat down the road. Grabbed my Stove off my tupperware, into the truck, turned back and the lid was gone into the night. Couldn't find it, kept packing. Put everything I didn't need, including the lidless tupperware, in my tent. Coasted back down to town and into Starbucks. Slept in the Happies parking lot.
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Today (Thursday), a rest day, I went back up to the Buttermilks to check my things and watch Michelle send her project.
My tent has been distroyed. The Fly was raped from the tent and the tent was thrown 20 feet over bushes and rocks (yes with the things in it, tupperware (full and 15 gallons) and bags. the poles are bent some parts by ninety degrees. I searched sever acres of land, no lid, it's gone.
Thanks to my parent who came and visited I have my bivy.
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