Not a stellar camping trip.
The "... makes lemonade" side of the story is that we had a grand adventure, pulled together and faced the demonic terror of mother natures ill timed wrath!.
[ :: the short video moment :: ]
(where I try to express my feelings...)
... some pictures,
... and the story. :)
We lit out a little later than we planned, but made the relatively short drive - stuffed car and "car topper" - to Silver Lake... 1 1/2 hr. maybe... and were on our camp site by 3:00 ish. It had been a lovely day... but it was clouding up fast.
Our "camp kit" is basically a bug tent (screen, but no walls) to go over the picnic table, our four man tent that's getting cramped, four tikki torches and four soccer-mom chairs. This is "car camping"... not wilderness camping. :D
The kids leave to go exploring... we start setting up... and across the ravine behind us comes the lovely sounds of eighty-seven thousand zulu warrior wives screaming the lululululululululu thing with their tongues and lips and whatever... ok, it wasn't quite that. It was, more accurately a ballywood soundtrack with 50 or so members of some big honken indian family just a'celebrate'en to beat the band.
Fortunately for everyone involved... they got lost at about 7:00.
By way of an "encore"... it began to fricking pour rain. We huddled in the center of the bug-tent while everything got wet.
Bottom line... everything stayed wet the entire time we were away.
NOTE: The trees rain on you for hours... after the sky stops raining on the trees.
Oh, Monday morning dawned ... early... and bright and we enjoyed a beach-y morning and early afternoon. Nice. Great swims, and the kids played "build giant sand forts for army men" with a bunch of other kids... moms and dads smiled and all was good in the world.
The afternoon gave way to scattered showers... a nice dinner with a giant cesar salad and then the four of us digging little trenches around shit to try and keep potential water from pooling under the tent, etc. Well... woopdi-flippen-do.
Kids go to be quite late... of course... and we spend the late night trying to get a "camp perc'lator" to make decent coffee... but we generally get to lights out at 2:00 on a camp site. We went to bed a bit early...
We were all awake at 3:00.
Mother nature was having a balls-on-fire fight with Thor and it was hitting the fan.
Directly over us.
You know that "lightening at exactly the same time as the thunder and the thunder seems to make a crrrrracking sound that's extra extra loud" kinda storm-freak-out? Yeah, well we got that from 3:00 to a bit after 4:00. With VAST RIVERS of water flowing along, over, under, around out tent - none through... good tent. The wind was blowing so hard that the tent ballooned against the "outer skeleton" flexi-tube things. It was "just a storm"... but a really really wicked one. Scared the bejeebers out of the boys... although Geo learned to like it... Scared us too.
We finally fell asleep dreaming of sunshine that dries things off... and woke up at 8:00 to round two.
Again with the thunder and light show, and driving, bucket-like rain.
When we emerged at 10:00... we packed up what was dry and dried off what was wet, then packed that.
Just as I was packing the last "big thing" (the bug tent)... it starts to pour again... and as I rush... I get a wasp sting in my hand.
Perhaps you can imagine just how... much... fun... all that was.
ps. There were plenty of memorable moments... so it's never a total loss... but man did it suck for a camping trip.