The cool breeze that began blowing across your back a few minutes ago has a scent to it. It’s the humid, damp scent of wet earth. Though the incoming storm clouds haven’t quite yet blocked the late day sun, that event is quickly approaching. With a sigh you heave out of the hammock and walk to your pack, still perched against the tree.
In the bottom of your pack, you dig around until the thin nylon bag that contains your tarp is felt. Weaving it around the various loose items, you slide out the bag and quickly head to your hammock. Unwittingly, you’ve left your stakes in the bottom of your pack, but you don’t realize it just yet. Opening the drawstring, your tarp slides out easily, and falls to the ground. Being almost asleep when you noticed the towering clouds, your mind is in a slight panic state, and for some reason, your tarp landing on the ground gives you just enough pause to stop and clearly think.
There isn’t much time to waste.