We went camping for the first time with Adara this weekend. It rained. Alot. This happens literally every single time we camp, so I don't know why we thought it would be different this time. Len and I went back through and realized, that yes, it has rained every time that we've camped. This wouldn't be weird if we camped for weeks at a time, but we've only ever gone out for a maximum of three nights!
So, anyhow, we had a lovely friday at the Elora Gorge with Kristen, Greg and Liam. Liam and Adara rolled around our huge new tent (palatial, truly ridiculous!), we made an awesome camping meal, had a campfire, all good. Adara went to sleep in the pack and play in the tent like there was nothing to it. Then it got cold. REally cold. See your breath cold. And she completely went ballistic at 1 am and Len and her ended up driving around in our massive rental truck (GMC Sierra) from 1 am until 7am, in order to keep her warm and asleep. They ran out of gas at a gas station at 5:30 am and had to wait for them to open! My poor wee family. I was asleep. Don't judge me, time flies when you're sleeping! I thought that they'd just gone out for a few minutes!
At 7 am, Len crawled into bed and Greg and I took over keeping baby warm duties. I took her for a huge walk all wrapped up, hung out in the bathroom (heated) for a very long time, and played on a swing. Then we came back and Greg had tea made and bottles clean and a tarp ready for her to roll around on.
We all had a lovely time until 11 am when the rain started. And never stopped. actually, it stopped this morning at about 7 am. The baby was too cold and too wet and it was irretrievable. We were supposed to go to the Fergus festival, but ended up ripping everything down in a torrential downpour and packing up to go home. Len and Adara and I drove through hail three times on the way home and almost ended up pulling over and stopping due to visibility several times. But we made it.
After everyone ripped down their tents and threw them in to the trucks, Gregs last words to us were that he wasn't camping with us again until we stopped doing rain dances. Fair enough. :)
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Sorry it was wet - as you know, I too am privy to the "drowning in your tent" version of camping. Why are we cursed this way??? Good thing we know when to just give up and pack it in. Sounds like your husband is a superstar! (We already knew that though!)
What truly unfortunate timing! When it gets this bad, all you can do is laugh! Poor Len with the all night drive - Yikes.
Glad you're home and warm and dry, again. This is not a good summer for camping - even for those of us without your curse!
Hey! We were camping then, too.
We were washed out of Sudbury and drove down in the rain -- deciding to blow off the last night of camping. We had camped all the way to Duluth, Minnesota and back without a complete disaster so having the end slip into a soggy mass wasn't too bad.
I'm currently decorating in damp camping gear though.
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