Cowboy camping (as in camping without a tent) doesn't seem like much of a gamble if the sky is clear when going to sleep and it isn't too windy out. Turns out that it's always a gamble.

Around 1 AM last night, I woke up and looked up at the night sky, which had been previously littered with stars. The low-hanging clouds drifted across the night sky. My first and only thought was, "Well, that doesn't look good." I immediately fell back asleep.

About an hour later, I woke again, but this time because of faint drops of water. In my not quite functioning state, I figured that the rain might just go away if I re-entered my dreams, so I fell back asleep again.

An unknown amount of time following that, I woke up along with three others to slightly heavier rain. At this point, I realized it wouldn't just stop. We all set up our various versions of rain protection - tents, tarps, and rainflys - and I opted for the rainfly. However, I managed to convince myself that I should try to set up my rainfly without exiting my sleeping bag.

To be fair, it is possible to do so now that I know what I'm doing. At the time, I did not. I managed to get the tent poles successfully set up and the rainfly over half of the poles. When I tried to pull the rest of the rainfly over the poles, the poles came apart and the rainfly fell over me like a blanket.

At this point, what I could have done was get out of my sleeping bag and spent two minutes fixing the rainfly. Instead, I just went back to sleep.