Like just about everyone else, I usually woke an hour or so before the alarm and could not get back to sleep. By the third day this had began to take its toll and I just wanted to roll over and go back to sleep. Before I did, I put my hand outside the tent and ran my fingers through the grass. My hand came back wet with dew. I hoped out of the tent and Donny called me over to check out the wet footpath beneath the gutter-less eves on the toilet block.