1.) put your victim in a tiny tent
2.) cram him into a wet, oddly shaped corner
3.) give the rest of the room to a thrashing toddler and her disgruntled, sleep-deprived mother.
4.) then start the water dripping from the ceiling.
5.) for added measure, after a couple hours -- steal his pillow.
Now you know what camping was like for me this weekend.
Friday night, we headed north out of greater C-bus with some friends to go camping. Our last attempts at camping in the Midwest have been...er, less successful. (Let's put it this way, our two best experiences thus far have been at the county fairgrounds in Palmyra and in our friends' backyard). Up until we headed to bed at 1 am, this trip was looking really promising -- s'mores, the lil' chomper went to sleep before we did, beautiful area, and pumpkin chocolate chip cookies (thanks, Ruth). And then, five minutes after crawling into our tent, the rain started.
It was still going when we left nearly seven hours later.
I guess our poor little tent isn't made for that kind of deluge. About 90 min. after the waterworks started, rain started to seep in the sides and drip from the ceiling. It only went downhill from there. Rather than being disappointed, we were kind of relieved when our friend Rob came by our tent at 6:45 am to tell us that the nearby creek had risen three feet during the night, and that we were going to have to pack up camp or risk being flooded out.
Don't get me wrong -- it wasn't all bad. In the rush to pack up our rainy camp, Ruth didn't even notice me snarfing down all her cookies.
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