Clouds…grey clouds as far as the eye can see. As far as a day trip goes. And with it…rain. September Tokyo hit a new record. 35 days of consecutive rain. I don’t know what the sun looks like. I’m depressed. No matter where I look, I can’t find a campsite in range this weekend that doesn’t have rain… I want to camp, I want to camp… Wait…can I?.. Does that count? If I clear this space, my smol tent should be able to fit there… What if I just… Turned off the AC and slept in the tent? It’s extremely humid from all the rain and still hot, but that fan I got should help, it’s the MVP, after all. I’ve also gotten a more compact sleeping mattress, one that I have to inflate by foot, but takes significantly less space than my self inflating one… Does camping at home count as camping? I set everything up as usual. Don’t need a flysheet, don’t need guylines. I wish I had a fire but oh well… Let’s get drunk? My legs itch… I didn’t tell you last time, but during the rain setup my legs got bit to hell by insects… It’s itching, it’s torture… As I try to fall asleep in my tent, something snaps, not the good time like last time, not a life altering snap. I just gave in and scratched my legs until bleeding… I will regret this even today and long into the future… I make mental note: “buy insect repellent and bug bite relief.”

You bet your ass I slept properly in that tent, 5/5 amenities too, toilet, shower, had it all. Still… I yearn for the outside… Something a co-worker said stuck with me. “Can you get like, side bags?” Idk…can I? My big scooter you’ve seen a few time now is pretty wide already… But what if? And what if I did?

No bonus pics from the camp, so here is cat tax instead.