Swamp road, a sheep herder cabin

I guess I have been lucky through my travels; I never had to bike during a storm or deal with really cold weather; except too sunny days. I got to the farm at around 19h30 on wednesday night. The storm was raging in the west and we could easily see it. It got to us just after 20h, and it was beautiful. The sunset was bursting, surrounded by impressive grey clouds and amazing lightnings were surrounding us. Felt good not having to deal with a wet saddle or having to wait for the tent to dry before folding it. When I woke up the next morning. I had to remind myself I was in a bed and didn't need to pack anything. Felt weird.