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I got to the campsite and looked under the closest tarp. It was the girls tarp, and it was obvious where I was going to be. On the edge. And it was looked like it was going to rain.

I shoved my pack as far away from the edge as I could without putting it on Sarah Margaret’s stuff. I didn’t want it getting wet! I pulled my headlamp and windbreaker out of my bag and put them on, not knowing what was going to happen. Everyone else was heading back down towards the kitchen, so I went with them.

We got to the kitchen, only to see that it was no longer a kitchen. The food was being carried down to the car, and everything else was all piled together.

While I had been trekking up the hill and putting my stuff away, the storm had grown closer. So even though it was not raining, we still had to get into lightning drill.

Not only did we have to fit us in the car, we had to fit all the food, eating materials, and Glenn and Patrick in there. Let’s just say it was a tight fit. I was in the back with Tullia and two of the other girls, and Tullia and I were miserable.

It was hot, stinky, and loud in there. I was in the back, (which I can’t do) and I was feeling nauseous. Tullia had a really bad headache, and one of the other girls did too. Basically, we were a mess.

And we were stuck in the car. It had started to pour, and it was pouring hard.

We probably spent an hour in the car. After eating one of two bites of dinner, (which would have been really good if I hadn’t been so nauseous!) I passed my bowl to Bobby. He looked at me in concern when he saw my completely full bowl and told me I should eat some more.

I told him that I was nauseous, and he nodded and started eating. He asked if I had my water bottle with me and I handed it to him.

Sitting in the hot, stinky, loud car was not fun, but it was necessary. And it was definitely better than the alternative – sitting under our tarp, trying not to get wet… Better than that.

I sat there praying – it was raining so hard, and I was convinced that my stuff was going to be soaked. I just sat there and prayed that none of my stuff would be too wet.

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