It's the sunday before Christmas and I've been running around getting all the chores completed for the weekend. I live in Sacramento, in Northern California, and it has been raining on and off for the last week so driving has been difficult as residents here forget that water occasionally falls from the sky. I've aslo had my BB hanging in my backyard from the last post of my patio awning to a lemon tree at the fence line with my MacCat Deluxe in SpinnUL over it for almost a month. Sadly, I've been just too busy to use it much at all, but with all the chores done, mostly, and some eggnog with burboun and brandy making my eyelids heavy I looked to the BB. Luckly for me it hadn't rained in a few hours and the ground was beggining to dry. The sun was barely peeking out of the clouds and a few winter birds even graced me in song. With my bag pulled up as a quilt and a pillow under my head it didn't take long for me to drift off to sleep. Ahhhhhh, that deep, restful sleep only a swaying hammock can bring.
As a bird landed in the lemon tree and only slightly brought me from utter bliss I heard the "tap tap tap" of a few drops on my tarp. "Probably just the wind blowing water out of the tree." I thought as a light gust had just blown under the tarp and lifted it taught. But the drops continued to fall getting heavier every second, and wind pushed down on the side of the tarp pressing it into the hammock. The rain began to fall harder and harder while the wind swayed the tree back and forth; picking the hammock up and dropping it with each sway. I was fully awake now, watching the tarp lift and fall like lungs expanding and contracting violently. I began to think the tarp would rip if the stakes didn't give out first. I couldn't believe that less than Twenty seconds earlier the sun had been out and the birds singing, and now it began to hail. Pea-sized ice balls pelted the tarp which only increased the noise that sounded like cracking thunder. My wife came outside to marvel at the sudden ferocity of the weather and only smiled at me as I leaned my head out of the hammock - a prisoner under my shelter. As she watched me, I became amazed that I hadn't gotten a drop of water or ice on me even though the wind was blowing sideways under the tarp. Just as quickly as it had began the hail and wind ceased, and all became calm again. My wife muttering about the crazy weather returned to the house, and I tryed to drift back to sleep while still thinking how quickly the weather had changed. Two minutes was all it lasted, but as the water from the gutters poured out of the downspout with the sound of leaking water, I knew I had to get up and use the restroom and tighten the tarp that had taken such a thrashing. On the way back to my BB I thought I would sit and write this to share with you all. The ice has maelted as fast as it landed so I have no pics or video to share just a crazy memory now.
I love to lay out in the rain and listen to the patter on the tarp - protected under a cozy shelter. That is where I am returning now, but I'm not sure if I can sleep again. Mabey I will have to read a book untill I drift off. Untill the next rain.