1996.
I was a teenage in the smokey mountains with my dad. It rained for 6 days strait and on the last day some kind of dam or pool broke looses and dumped about 500 gallons of water down the hill on to our campsite, at 3 in the morning. We got swept down the trail a few dozen yards trapped in the tent.
I sort of lost interest in the whole thing after that. I didn't start hammock camping for another 10 years.
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