It was a hell of a storm. One of the worst in my life if not the wildest. Scary.

While praying for my tent every now and then, I spent a couple of hours inside the restrooms of the campsite and I had a couple of visitors too!. Warm air to dry the wet clothes, a tiny corner to place all my stuff outside the tent and a plastic chair to read a little bit.

While waiting for the storm to stop, I walked towards the threshold of the door and checked whether the tent was still there or flying back to Bonneville.

The kindest neighbor in the world of campsites, come by my place and offer a cup of hot chocolate and nice conversation (as in 99,9% of the times in the States, I love that). We chat about  fossils and we smoked.

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