Has anyone out there mastered the black art of tarp pitching in a biblical downpour without ending up looking like a soggy burrito? I’ve been ultralight backpacking for years, ditching my old tent for a silnylon wonder, but every time the wind kicks up (looking at you, Sierra Nevadas), my setup turns into a sailboat audition. What’s the secret sauce-guylines from the gods, or am I just cursed with bad knot karma? Spill your tarp triumphs (or hilarious fails) and any hacks for that sub-1-pound sweet spot that actually stays put. Bonus points if you’ve rigged one as an impromptu bird blind or fishing shelter; I’m all ears for the clever stuff that makes tent snobs jealous.