A person can only take so much rain. Blech. (Actually a person can only take so much of a trapped 4-year-old.)
The rain held off until we had set up. Then it rained until…well, it quit in time to drop the soaking wet popup. And it was a chilly rain. Let’s just say the highlight was sitting and watching Open Range. The kids were theoretically sleeping so the volume was low and the pounding of rain on the acrylic(?) top of the camper was loud, so we couldn’t hear a word of it. And for those of you thinking the only thing that could have saved that movie would be not being able to hear Kevin Costner deliver his wooden lines, you’d be wrong.
We also managed to build up condensation on the inside of the canvas (hot air from the never quiet short child?) so it was raining outside AND in our beds. Fun.
Then, about 6am this morning the husband wakes me up while checking the thermostat. We ran out of gas, and therefore had no heat. Not a problem. We had warm blankets. But as I’m drifting back into sleep, a horrible thought occurs to me.
So we’re home.
In the counting blessings category, our friend’s oldest son hydroplaned his Neon on the highway and rolled it. Totally smashed the car, but he’s okay. Little bump on his head and a small cut on his arm. He was wearing his selt belt. Smart kid.
All in all, we’re actually looking forward to a Monday. :nod: