When walking the dog this morning I chanced upon an unusually smooth section of gravel road. (Unlike New Mexico, Idaho puts gravel on its forest roads.) Skinny tracks criss-crossed this road 'all over the place.' It was earthworms.
I can't even remember the last time I saw vermicular-Americans crawling out of the ground after a night of rain. The loveable little app, Pocket Rain Gauge, says we got 0.27" of rain last night!
Everybody has read that 'your skin is the largest organ in the human body.' Is it ever! My skin, nails, and hair are going through a resurrection these days. I am wearing a baseball cap! And I used to make fun of them as unmanly, nerdy, ugly, and ineffective.
There really are some adjustments to camping with rain, but I am 'up' for the challenge. The most important issue is traction on dirt/gravel roads, or rather, right off of those roads. It is important to camp by backing away uphill from those roads, thereby making an easy escape route. I still haven't figured out a way to keep mud out of the trailer, though!
There certainly are a lot of noisy geese flying around. Owls and woodpeckers are in this forest. I am now living on an alien planet.