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// Day 8 
// Story: The Winding Northward Road 
// by Rambling Writer 
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Good news: tent is indeed very waterproofed.  It rained and I was still dry all night last night.  Bad news: tent is not soundproofed in the slightest.  I constantly heard the rain pattering softly on the tent outside, and it was hours before I finally got to sleep.

But I suppose I’d rather have dry and noisy to wet and silent.  Sleeping in a wet bed would be terrible.

The rain had stopped by the time I woke up.  I was worried that I’d have to pack the tent up damp, but it was completely dry.  Didn’t know if it dried naturally or due to water-repelling spells; poured some water from my canteen on it.  Dried up way too fast to be natural.  Good to know these things.

Almost completely into the desert.  Sand gets hot during the day, makes it a little difficult to walk.  But the sun only went down a few minutes ago and the land’s already cooling off.  Guess the desert doesn’t hold its heat.  Not worried about cold; my sleeping bag’s kept me plenty warm so far.

Plants are better than I expected.  Not great, but they have a lot of water in them.  Juicy.  Didn’t actually drink at all today, got all my water from plants.  I’ll try to get as much of my water from plants as I can.  Should try as many different kinds of plants as possible to get the most water from them with the least work.  For starters, I’ve seen some tiny little cactuses cacti around.  They look like balls, barely the size of my hoof.  I’ll try one tomorrow.

The desert again.
Is it any di
Any different from before?
Have to wait and see.

You know, that might not be a proper haiku, depending on how you pronounce “different”: is it diff-rent or diff-er-ent?  I went with the first here.  I’ll have to look that up later.