Weather Report

 You need not worry if the weather report is wrong. Or maybe you do. But if you live and sleep under a roof, a little rain escaping the notice of local weather reporters has little effect on you.

For us, it can spell disaster. When we go to sleep with a clear forecast and wake up in a torrential downpour, everything we own can get soaked in a matter of seconds. Phones, clothes, shoes and socks, all the tiny comforts and necessities for our survival can be ruined in a night.

Or at least, we'll be delayed, which, depending on the circumstances, can be detrimental in of itself. We hardly have the money to stick around a place long. We have to keep moving. Making miles makes us money.

Wrap your electronics in plastic. You can only do so much when the plastic degrades, forming tears and holes. It's more money to replace more plastic.

I suppose a soggy sleeping bag is only a real danger in the colder months. Though I can assure you, it's a miserable, sticky slumber in heinously humid heat.

Socks are gold. Wet socks equal blistering sore foot rot. My boots seem to keep finding themselves the odd man out of the tarp.

Putting a tarp up, is the tedious effort of finding the right way to tie it in a new, unfamiliar place; expending the time and energy to put in that thought to put up the tarp. Tents are too bulky, too heavy, too over the top. Maybe in the winter, but I will keep a tent not. Bridges are not always doable, we're more often under the open sky.

Then when the unannounced rain has soaked my road dog's last cigarette, we have to beg so soon again, and maybe someone will give a shit.

You don't have the stress of weather misreported, or maybe you do. Especially since it may lead to you helping out a houseless sucker.