That one September weekend in the Smokies where everything went wrong
I planned a 3 day trip to the Smokies back in 2016, right around when the leaves start turning. First night, my old tent zipper completely gave out around 2 AM, and I woke up with a dozen mosquitoes inside. Then my camp stove wouldn't light because the fuel canister was almost empty, I forgot to check it before leaving home. I ended up eating cold canned beans for breakfast, which is fine but not what you want at 6,000 feet. The worst part was the rain, it started Saturday afternoon and didn't stop until I packed up Sunday morning. Everything in my pack got damp, and my sleeping bag felt like a wet towel. I swore I'd never cheap out on gear again after that trip. Has anyone else had a trip where the weather just wrecked all your plans?