8:30pm: sitting in the General Store after a pounding of rain. It was like a GIANT bucket of marbles had been dumped on our tent. We got a few puddles in the tent and for a while the family bonding got close. Okay, I was completely claustrophobic. And in the middle of hurricane winds, I had to pee. Go figure that my two raincoats are hanging in the closet at home. Michael kindly escorted me to the bathroom under our beach umbrella.
At one point in the midst of the storm, Claire said, "So, this is camping, right?"
Yup.
of course it has been 100 degrees for weeks with no rain and this week of camping includes hail like rain.....did you really want to camp in the first place??!!!!
ReplyDeleteof course, i miss my own bed! but still, there's the ocean, riding our bikes, & sweet little bugs banging against the tent at night. Sail on!
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