17 Feb 2016

Over The Mtn's & Thru The Woods - NZL by valeriepeltier

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Up at 4 am Lauren and I woke to the sounds of the rain pounding down on the tent. The sides of the tent slowly seeping water, we quickly pulled our things away from the sides as far as we could but some things were already soaked. We spread the tarp across the floor working our way from Lauren's side to mine moving our things section by section. It had been pouring rain since midnight and the ground along with the base of our tent was saturated with water.
When we woke in the morning the rain was still pouring down with no hint of letting up. There were puddles in the corners and almost the entire base of the tent was wet although the tarp had saved us to some degree. We packed up our things trying to keep what was still semi dry, dry by separating all of the soaked items. As soon as the rain let up a little, we quickly grabbed our packed bags from inside the tent and ran them across the campground to the covered kitchen facility then returned for the tent. It was probably the quickest we have taken down the tent yet, trying not to get soaked in the process.
For the next couple hours we hung out in the kitchen, making breakfast, and attempting to dry out what we could of our gear.
Talking to the other people in the kitchen, they had all had similar issues with the rain, with varying degrees. Some people said some rain got in and others said everything of theirs was soaked. We figured we had done okay considering most of our things had remainder dry.

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Bussing into Cromwell, the rain had not let up for the entire drive. When we got off the bus the rain had lightened up momentarily so we quickly made our way to the grocery store only about a block away. After wandering through the store with our damp bags we had picked up some soup and noodles to try and warm ourselves up, knowing that we would be climbing back into our wet tent for the night and no possibilities of drying things out before bed since it was already dinner time.
When we got outside the shop the rain had changed back to a downpour again. The clouds were not looking as if they we're going to lift anytime soon, so we waited a few moments with high hopes that it would let up. In the meantime I started talking to a guy named Bruce, who happened to be the police Sargent of Cromwell. In the end he offered us a ride to the campground. During the drive there he offered for us to stay at his place in order to have a change to dry out our tent, saying that his wife would be mad if she knew he dropped us off in the pouring rain. When we arrived, Sue had met us at the door welcoming us in. They were both extremely nice, and had even made us dinner and bought us ice cream cones as a dessert explaining that it was kiwi tradition. They had bought two new kinds we hadn't heard of, one being jolly lolly and the other hokey pokey. I ended up choosing cookies and cream, and Lauren, Hokey Pokey.
In the morning we gathered our now dry gear from the garage, packed up our bags and sat down for breakfast with Sue before driving us back to the bus stop to catch our 8:30am bus to Dunedin.