So many trees, so little time...
We follow where the Swamp Fox guides,
His friends and merry men are we;
And when the troop of Tarleton rides,
We burrow in the cypress tree.
The turfy hammock is our bed,
Our home is in the red deer's den,
Our roof, the tree-top overhead,
For we are wild and hunted men.
I camp all the time, and rarely if ever have rain. It's unfortunate, really.. I haven't had any rain since I started hammocking, and i'm kind of looking forward to the relaxation of laying in a hammock and listening to the rain pattering off my tarp.