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tj_dragonbladeSecond camping trip? Is also a bust.
I suppose, though, that it really ought to be considered an omen of ill import when it's pouring down rain before one even leaves.
And yet we went anyway. God forbid we forfeit the $31 spent to reserve our spot. Nevermind that we ended up doing just that plus the cost in gas. -_-x
We didn't even make it through the night, as evidenced by the fact that I'm now sitting at home posting this at 2 in the morning. Or...2:30, as it were.
The biggest problem? The dry clothing? For changing into? Wasn't. Dry, that is.
Neither was most of the bedding.
Apparently even when soft-shelled rooftop cargo packs claim to be waterproof, and when the cloth goods packed into them are first packed in plastic as an added precaution, sh*t will still happen.
Add to that all the forgotten items (hard to open cans of soup without a can opener. Hard to have s'mores without the graham crackers. Or a fire, for that matter) on top of the miserable weather and...no. Just no.
When the rains let up, then, and the yard (and the tent, thankyouverymuch) dries out a bit, we'll pitch a camp in the backyard so the kids can have the campout they've been promised.
Somehow I doubt very much that the parents-in-law will appreciate a campfire in their backyard, though. Perhaps a barbecue instead, then.
Y'know, Jeff keeps telling me that I've married into a family with bad karma. I'm beginning to believe him.
On the upside? The ocean in storm on the drive down was spectacular. More on that (for I was indeed composing words of praise to it in my head the entire drive) when I'm not tired and stiff and bemusedly cranky and working from the portable comp because the chair I normally use for working at the desktop is soaked. And muddy. Plus. There are pics still un-downloaded from the camera. Even if I didn't get the fireweed shots I wanted to.
Sadly, driving back in the dark meant that I couldn'tworship ogle admire the splendor of the ocean view a second time. T_T
If you'll excuse me, then, I've a sleeping bag to crawl into. Seeing as it was the only one dry. Just because we're back home doesn't mean we can't still make use of the thing.
Good night.
*crashes*
I suppose, though, that it really ought to be considered an omen of ill import when it's pouring down rain before one even leaves.
And yet we went anyway. God forbid we forfeit the $31 spent to reserve our spot. Nevermind that we ended up doing just that plus the cost in gas. -_-x
We didn't even make it through the night, as evidenced by the fact that I'm now sitting at home posting this at 2 in the morning. Or...2:30, as it were.
The biggest problem? The dry clothing? For changing into? Wasn't. Dry, that is.
Neither was most of the bedding.
Apparently even when soft-shelled rooftop cargo packs claim to be waterproof, and when the cloth goods packed into them are first packed in plastic as an added precaution, sh*t will still happen.
Add to that all the forgotten items (hard to open cans of soup without a can opener. Hard to have s'mores without the graham crackers. Or a fire, for that matter) on top of the miserable weather and...no. Just no.
When the rains let up, then, and the yard (and the tent, thankyouverymuch) dries out a bit, we'll pitch a camp in the backyard so the kids can have the campout they've been promised.
Somehow I doubt very much that the parents-in-law will appreciate a campfire in their backyard, though. Perhaps a barbecue instead, then.
Y'know, Jeff keeps telling me that I've married into a family with bad karma. I'm beginning to believe him.
On the upside? The ocean in storm on the drive down was spectacular. More on that (for I was indeed composing words of praise to it in my head the entire drive) when I'm not tired and stiff and bemusedly cranky and working from the portable comp because the chair I normally use for working at the desktop is soaked. And muddy. Plus. There are pics still un-downloaded from the camera. Even if I didn't get the fireweed shots I wanted to.
Sadly, driving back in the dark meant that I couldn't
If you'll excuse me, then, I've a sleeping bag to crawl into. Seeing as it was the only one dry. Just because we're back home doesn't mean we can't still make use of the thing.
Good night.
*crashes*
