Sunday, September 27, 2009

Weather Only a Frog Would Love


For some reason, we all thought it would be cool to go camping this weekend. This was particularly foolish, however, because just as we got the car packed up and were ready to set off, it started raining. It poured, and poured, and poured, all night long and on into morning. In fact, it was only once we were fully packed up again and ready to head home that the sun came back out.

The camp out started with my rather pathetic attempt at constructing a rain fly, which was only moderately successful in keeping rain out of the campsite, but was more successful at garroting small children.

The whole campground was soaking all night. After being splashed for the fiftieth time by little drips from the canvas shelter, Desi remarked sourly that this was just like Ireland. I don't think he meant it as a compliment.

As we awoke this morning, almost everything was moist. We had a river running through our tent, on the side by Luke. Scott and Leslie both reported water in theirs as well. Desi said his entire tent floor was wet, but since he had an air mattress, they just floated above it like a raft.

So, we got soaked, but it was fun. The kids got to explore and play in the woods, the food was excellent, and the temperature was nice for camping. Next time, though, I'm bringing a bigger tarp.



4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Looks like fun...Mike

gaz said...

glad to see your spirits weren't 'dampened'... :-]

Mom said...

I can't imagine a worse way to spend a weekend. Give me a 5-star resort any day!! I don't do camping! If I had been there, I'd loaded the kids up in car & headed to the nearest Residence Inn!

Rebecca L. said...

It's a shame the pictures don't show the amazing complexity of the fly's suspension. How would you describe it? I think kind of like those laser motion sensors in action movies.

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