Members from the branch showed up around 8:30. We had our fire going so they just added tinfoil dinners to it. We stayed up pretty late visiting. Then Shalon decided to wake us up at 2 in the morning screaming. We didn't know what her problem was and couldn't get her to stop. We were very frustrated and wanted to yell at her to be quiet or something but restrained ourselves because there were people camped right next to us. About the time Wes had his shoes on to take her to the car and spank her she decided to quit crying.
About 5:30 a.m. or so it decided to start raining, hailing, snowing. We found out our tent leaked. Evidently there was a stick that poked a hole in the corner and it was leaking at the seams. We all stayed pretty comfortable. I picked up Cutler and he was wet. The sleeping bag had gotten wet and soaked thru. Luckily he wasn't completely soaked, it just got his blanket and jacket wet.
The rain never let up. Someone rigged up a tarp between a few trees so everyone was crammed in under it. About 10 in the morning we'd had it so everyone was scurrying around to get packed up. I ended up taking the sleeping bags to the laundry mat to wash them so they wouldn't be nasty...
August 14th
Shalon at our campsite
Cutler and mom taking refuge from the rain.
Wes after he scared the daylights out of me firing my 22 pistol.
2 comments:
You're braver than me, I probably would've packed up and left! :) I like the picture of sad little Shalon showing us her bandaids! Ha! So cute!
How fun! Well ,kind of, I guess it just makes for better memories! :)
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