Beep-beep, beep-beep, my eyes shot open at exactly 7:00 AM when my alarm went off. The sound of my ipod alarm mixed with the constant sound of rain falling on the tent and muffled noises out side, most likely my cousin making breakfast, (he’s an early riser). As my vision gradually adjusted, I saw that the tent was empty except for me and my change of clothes for the day, along with the unpleasant sight that the sides of my tent were dripping wet, or rather felt it as I tried to get out of sleeping bag causing some of the heavy raindrops to fall on me. The tent had a lot of character, like a broken zipper, a fly that wasn’t waterproof (in my moms opinion it was still in working condition). I slowly and carefully got out of my sleeping bag deliberately trying to avoid touching the sides of the tent and to avert an unwelcome cold shower. As I started to move around I found out that my ass and legs were aching and stiff from biking the day before. After I turned off my annoying alarm, I slowly put on my damp and stinky biking shorts and t-shirt followed up with some thicker layers which were also slightly wet, then finally covered myself in my new bright orange raincoat and dull blue rain pants, which also got somewhat wet during last night rainfall. All in all in was a pretty shitty morning; the only thing happy about me was my bright orange coat.
Once outside I was greeted to the wonderful sight of cold, wind, rain and overcast, followed up with a blah