A tragedy has come all of a sudden. I sneaked into my sleeping bag, when it started to rain. A gusty wind kept me from sleeping. Around 11 pm, I noticed some water on a floorsheet of my tent. Wind was so gusty that rain was getting into my tent. For a while I was fighting against wind and rain. Fanned by a strong wind, the fly sheet was flapped and two stakes were gone with the wind. It took me about 5 minutes to find them. It was dark at midnight. While I was searching for the stakes, the floor of the tent was tottaly wet. Finally I gave up camping out. I escaped into an apartment house nearby, where I kept away from rain and wind. I put everything together inside the door of the apartment. Everything was wet, wet, wet. I was waiting for the dawn without sleeping. Around 4 am, I started running again, cold rain and strong wind still annoyed me. Felt as if I was running in the winter rain. When I stopped, I couldn't stop shivering....