Chama River Camp

Sprinkles began tapping the rainfly moments after I dimmed the lamp. I could definitely nod off to this melody. Within a few minutes the flash of lightning and the clap of thunder signaled my peaceful lullaby would soon end. The storm seemed to bear down directly on my shelter; the rain and wind shook the tent through the night. Surprisingly, I slept through most of it. At 5AM my battered tent surrendered to the elements, it began weeping water through the corner seams. Cozy in my bag, I did little to stop the trickle knowing my three inch thick Thermarest kept me elevated. I wasn’t disappointed in my Kelty tent given it had been subject to the downpour for nearly eight hours before the water got through.

When I finally emerged, the weather had cleared leaving a blanket of leaves on the ground and fresh fall aroma. Paired with coffee, the morning was nothing short of spectacular. Life is good on the backroads.