Corcovado: Update

Original Journal Entry: May 20th, approximately 7am.
So, it is now the next morning... Here is what happened last night:

We went to bed around 7pm because the jungle floor at night is pretty active. We could see some lightning off the coast, and evcentually the thunder became so loud it started shaking things aounr us. Probably around 8:30 it started raining. Now I don't mean an evening shower, I'm talking more like hurricane Katrina. Annalee and I are about five yards apart, and I'm hoping she's doing alright (this is our first heavy rain in these hammocks). Then, all of the sudden, due to the harsh winds mixed with the now soggy ground, one of the stakes holding down my rain fly comes loose and I'm exposed. My rainfly goes flapping around in the wind, and all the torment is now bearing now on me. My hammock is waterproof, meaning water can't get in, also meaning water can't get out. By the time I'm out of my hammock, headlamp on, and reattaching the rainfly, there is at least a 1/4" of water in my now elevated bowl. At this point, i'm drenched, in my boxers (the heat + sleeping bag means you sweat at night), and shivering due to the wind. So, the nearest dry spot was under Annalee's hammock. I ran over to her hammock to find her peacefully reading a book with not a care in the world (even though she's close, the storm drowns out all the noise I was making). We come up with a quick plan of action. First, I went over to where our packs were hanging (to avoid curious animals) and get them down. At this point I checked on our friend, Monty, who now had his head in the air and tongue out, hydrating himself I suppose, which was really interesting. I then got out a towel and some dry clothes from my pack.  Before drying off, we worked together using carabiners to reattach her hammock on a higher spot on the tree. I dried off, got on some dry clothes, and then we worked on the most difficult part of the night, getting two people in a one man hammock. After much slow moving, we managed to get into her hammock and mosquito net, along with a dozen or so abnormally large insects. We rode out the storm, killing bugs and watching the lightning over the water. All in all, not bad considering the circumstances. A for sure thanks to Annalee for handling the situation well and in essence, keeping me alive.

I'm writing this while sitting on the beach the morning after. The waves today are much calmer, maybe topping five or six feet at most. It is now clear to us that yesterday evening's exciting ocean was actually a storm swell, which eventually was brought to our front door. Annalee and I were both impressed with the ruggedness of our equipment. My Sea to Summit drysack containing money, books, and passport was found floating in my hammock, but nothing inside got even the least bit wet. My pack Teton Sport pack and Annalee's Gregory pack, although both soaked on the outside (despite the rainfly's best efforts), kept our clothes and food dry. We now have everything sitting on palm brances on the beach, drying very quickly in this nearly 100 degree weather.