> One night last millennium, I went camping with some other people. A storm came up. It would later be known as the Storm of the Century.
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> However, the TONS of trees around us acted to slow down the wind and catch much of the rain.
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> I went to sleep in an old tent before it started, and woke up with my face partially in a puddle. I was sent to a tent that didn't leak. The outdoor bathroom's door kept opening and shutting. A chair flew out of the truck it was loaded into. Finally, we simply went to the home of the person who had taken us. We found powerlines down. We found a marquee blown out of its brick framework. Good thing their water works on gas power, or there would have been problems.
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> Nyperold

Mine's a camping story too. Recently, in early October, me and a handful of other people from my school went on a trip to WVA to do some rafting on the Gauley River, which only exists for a few weeks each year when they open up the dam.

I decided to sleep under the stars that night, because the other guy (yes, only other guy) going on the trip snored something awful, and I can usually stomach cold weather. Of course, soon after I hit the sack, the brilliantly clear weather (you can see about 8X as many stars in that state as you can in North Carolina) turned overcast and a torrential rain started. Well, I was between two tarps, so I supposed I would just ball up in my bag and let the thing blow itself out. Boy, was that a mistake.

The rainfall just got harder and harder. It started to spill over the edge of my ground tarp (the entire campsite was a hillside) and get me royally wet and cold. Eventually, I had to run to one of the advisor's tents, beg for one of the van keys and sleep the rest of the night in there.

Being caught in an ice-cold downpour at about 2:00 in the morning is about as bad as it gets for me. I've been subjected to hurricanes and blizzards and the like, but I've never been caught out in them.

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