(Killing time here, waiting for the report to come out on Wednesday.)
To tell the truth, I resent having to sleep under/inside any shelter. I started backpacking in the early '70s in SoCal and did most of my hiking there. The weather tends to be mild, the chance of rain low outside the rainy ("mudslide") season so I almost always was able to sleep under the stars.
The climate here in Central Oregon is more changeable, goes through much wider temperature swings; without warning it can switch from a calm, clear evening to an early-morning shower of rain. This happened to me on the second night of my recent seven-nighter in the Eagle Cap Wilderness, and thar I wuz, awakened by the spatter of raindrops on my down bag, getting up and banging up my Paratarp in the middle of the night, muttering.
Wind, below-freezing temps, unpredictable precipitation all resulted in my sleeping under the tarp from that night on.
I missed laying in bed, watching the stars on those moonless nights. The little sliver of sky I could see in the shelter opening showed the most spectacular skies I've ever seen.
I need the tent equivalent of Wonder Woman's silly invisible airplane.