The plan was simple:
🚙 Drive to a quiet corner near Clermont-Ferrand,
🌲 find a safe place to test the tent,
🛠️ install, adjust, sleep under the stars.
And frankly… it started well.

Perfect setup, a little time to position the camp correctly, everything was ready.
I had anticipated the small details, planned the essentials, checked twice.
The light was falling, the air was becoming milder.
We were finally going to spend our first night in the tent.

And then... barely had the two of them settled up there when a not very reassuring noise was heard.
Not dramatic, but clearly not an invitation to sleep.

I'm going down.

🔧 Verdict: one of the side bars that supports the tent broke.
Net. Nothing to do on site.
No bivouac that evening — return to Vichy in the middle of the night, a little groggy, a little disappointed.

Morale? Affected, but not sunk.
And somewhere, better now than later, in the middle of the Icelandic wind.
There is still time to repair, strengthen, improve.

No precise diagnosis yet, but it will come.
These kinds of unforeseen events are also part of the journey — even when it begins in a parking lot in Auvergne.

Inkavik moves forward.
Sometimes with a little dust… sometimes with a little breakage.
But he moves forward.

To be continued. 🛠️🌌