C’mon guys, I go out, it rains and blows a lot. You know the pattern. Wednesday was the day set for the ascent of Little Narrowcove, so the weather was atrocious. I endured an hour of the worst rainstorm I’ve ever endured. Brilliant! Fortunately I was in my tent at the time and my tent was the Scarp. It rained so hard that the ground gave up soaking up the water and it started pooling in the depressions and flowing into my porch (see below). Not one single drop got through to the inner tent either from underneath or through the flysheet despite pole arch guyline peg pulling out. Later that night a linelok slipped so one corner wasn’t pegged down. No problem for the Scarp, mate (I did get out and re-peg it). It as so bad that on Wednesday night/Thursday morning I got approximately zero sleep with the noise from the wind battering my little fortress. What fun! I’ll write up the trip notes over the next week. I’ve got some good gear observations to pass on as well.