I woke up Saturday morning to my wife saying that she has the car loaded up and ready to go. I was like: "yo, what the fuck, bitch?". Not really, but I had no idea what she was talking about. She said for Mother's Day we were going camping. I asked where she intended to camping at, and she said Eisenhower State Park (where we always go) up on Lake Texoma. I told her it was going to rain, and she said not until Sunday afternoon so it was safe. I said "uh, ok", like I really had much of a choice.
So, we picked up her 16 yr old brother and left. We spend all day at the lake sitting on a fishing pier spitting sunflower seed husks into the water, watching the boats go by, and generally going 'duhhhh....'. Skipped some stones, found some fossil seashells part of a huge boulder, walked some trails, and saw about a half dozen tarantulas: just like you see in the pet store; big and brown.
We get to sleep about 11 or so and are woken up by water on our heads at about 4:30. You guessed it: rain. I said "hey Laura, what'd you do with the rain tarp for the tent?". I get in reply "I took it out so that I could fit more stuff into the trunk, besides it wasn't supposed to rain till tomorrow"- a real rocket scientist sometimes, she is. It didn't rain hard but enough to get me and the crap in the tent wet. I drive to the local walmart at 5am to get a tarp, still raining, only to find that the only tarps they have are the bigass blue $10 kind. I opt for a dropcloth and clothespins for half the price.
I get back to the campsite and guess what? It stopped raining. While I was gone, laura took the comforter that she brought and draped it over the top of the tent (it can sleep 8, its not a small pup tent by any stretch, and you can stand up straight inside) to keep the rain out. So not only did I do an unnecessary 15 mile round trip at 5am to get a tarp to cover a tent that didn't have a rain tarp when it should, but ended up with everything wet inside the tent, a wet comforter, and ended up not even using the dropcloth and clothespins.
We drove back home about noon, found that every restaurant in town had an hour wait to be seated, so went to a chinese buffet that was suprisingly good.
All in all it was fun and fine until 4:30am rolled around. Left the tarp behind... I coulda killed her.
So, we picked up her 16 yr old brother and left. We spend all day at the lake sitting on a fishing pier spitting sunflower seed husks into the water, watching the boats go by, and generally going 'duhhhh....'. Skipped some stones, found some fossil seashells part of a huge boulder, walked some trails, and saw about a half dozen tarantulas: just like you see in the pet store; big and brown.
We get to sleep about 11 or so and are woken up by water on our heads at about 4:30. You guessed it: rain. I said "hey Laura, what'd you do with the rain tarp for the tent?". I get in reply "I took it out so that I could fit more stuff into the trunk, besides it wasn't supposed to rain till tomorrow"- a real rocket scientist sometimes, she is. It didn't rain hard but enough to get me and the crap in the tent wet. I drive to the local walmart at 5am to get a tarp, still raining, only to find that the only tarps they have are the bigass blue $10 kind. I opt for a dropcloth and clothespins for half the price.
I get back to the campsite and guess what? It stopped raining. While I was gone, laura took the comforter that she brought and draped it over the top of the tent (it can sleep 8, its not a small pup tent by any stretch, and you can stand up straight inside) to keep the rain out. So not only did I do an unnecessary 15 mile round trip at 5am to get a tarp to cover a tent that didn't have a rain tarp when it should, but ended up with everything wet inside the tent, a wet comforter, and ended up not even using the dropcloth and clothespins.
We drove back home about noon, found that every restaurant in town had an hour wait to be seated, so went to a chinese buffet that was suprisingly good.
All in all it was fun and fine until 4:30am rolled around. Left the tarp behind... I coulda killed her.
, camping is all fun until rain comes into play, esp. when you dont have a rain cover for your tent
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