is what Hannah must have been saying to Lauren last Saturday when we were trying to camp at Rocky Fork Lake.
It rained and rained and rained. We spent most of Saturday huddled under awnings trying to dodge the spraying water. By 2:00 we decided to pack it up and head for home.
But, it didn't start out bad.
And later that evening we roasted marshamallows and made smores by the campfire.
It was their very first time sleeping in a tent. I thought they were going to be scared, but they fell fast asleep (that is, after they both spent time bouncing around on the rafts we were sleeping on!). They both talked randomly during the night, but for the most part, it was an uneventful night. That is, until it started raining.
It was around 7:00 a.m. when it began to rain accompanied by a little thunder. Hannah was wide-eyed and told me she was scared. I was annoyed. It wasn't like it was a serious storm or anything. After about an hour, it stopped, so the girls ran out of the tent and Uncle Ed fed them Lucky Charms. (The picture is the view from our tent opening)
They also squeezed in another bike ride. And also a brief fishing expedition with Jo Ann and Brian.
I thought the rain was over, but soon enough, it started again with very few breaks. It was one very soggy day, and I was missing Ray (remember, I still operate with my irrational side).
But here's the funny part. I was actually sad to leave. Me--the person who didn't even really want to go in the first place. Despite how soggy I was and how crappy I was beginning to feel, I wanted to stay. I rather enjoyed being together with my siblings. We don't do trips together and this was nice; at least being with them was nice--the weather, not so much.
I know this will come as a shock to those who know me well, but I think I'm up for another camping trip sometime soon! We did make lasting memories despite the rain.

























































