CAMPING - WHEN IT RAINS
IT POURS
A few sunsets and sunrises
ago, Tom and I hit the road on the spur-of-the-moment camping trip.
The day was prettier than a mirror framed with gold-painted macaroni.
We slid into the campgrounds,
got the tent in place and set out on a walk though the woods. The
wildlife was all a-flitter, and that should have spoken volumes
to Tom, a rather seasoned camper. Me, I was still a greenhorn camper
at that time,
but was learning fast!
A nursery of raccoons were
heckling and hawing - making noises that I didn't knew existed.
Tom has raised a raccoon or two in his lifetime.
Nonetheless,
we headed back to our cozy campsite, rather pleased that there weren't
many campers on board for the evening.
As we fired up our camp stove,
a wild wind blew in from the north, one that instantly chilled us
to the bone. We managed to slip into our tent just before the rainstorm
hit. No lightening, mind you, or we wouldn't have rooted up in the
tent.
Buckets and buckets of rain fell - so much rain that
we were holding up three fingers and going down for a final time
before it finally quit. The tent was so flooded that a gaggle of
geese could have swam inside. Oh well, the raccoons tried
to warn us!
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