Sure enough, the seams start leaking. I’d set up the tent on a bit of an angle, so the water was dripping down in one direction. I rearranged my stuff inside the tent to the driest spot, doing my best to avoid everything getting drenched. Suddenly, a huge gust of wind blew through the canyon, and completely collapsed the tent right on top of me. At this point it was dark out, I was drenched, and all my stuff was getting wet; what was I going to do? I’m on a motorcycle, where am I going to go? I had to look for shelter, so I ran across the street to check out one of those cabins. Luckily, someone had left one of the cabins unlocked, so I snuck in there for the night. The next morning, I knew for sure the rangers were going to stop by, and sure enough around 7:30 a.m., they came knocking at the door. Fearing a hefty charge for using the cabin, I tried talking my way out of it, explaining my tent was collapsed in a campsite just across the way, but they weren’t letting me off the hook. I still had to pay. I’m expecting to shell out about $100 or so, but it turns out, it was only $35. I could have just stayed there the whole night and saved myself the hassle of a wet tent and gear.