Went camping this weekend, was gonna ride up, but then the rain forecast kinda stopped that idea dead in it's tracks. So I drove, up, good thing too!
Rained all fricken weekend. It was tolerable and quite fun cause' it made everyone actually stick together and socialize. Well, we had tarp city (can't wait for the pictures to get developed), and the whole place was a mud bog. Had to go out and buy rainboots cause the mud, oh my god, the mud. The lakes of thick mud, everywhere.
Well, my tent stayed dry inside until Sunday night. All the hard rain had been short lived in 30 minute spurts with not much wind or volume - until Sunday. The hard hitting storms actually hit and dumped volumes of rain for literally HOURS! One it around 3-5, then 8-10, then dry as a bone, then 2:30am. Damn, that one was the kicker. It dumped, and dumped, and dumped, my tent became a fricken river, which up to this point had somehow survived dry inside, and I thought the thing was gonna take flight. Grabbed all my shit and ran to the car, slept there, only to wake up and the tent was fine, with the exception of a lake of water where I had once been sleeping.
Well, seems Sunday night a couple tornadoes hit just south of us (about a hundred km, that ain't much), one an F1 and the other an F3, crazy.
Well, it was a great time, until the lake, oh well. Packed up at 6:30am this morn when we got a bit of sun. Packed up by 8:00am and then it was starting to get ugly looking. Well, we polished off all the food on the bbq, filled an entire picnic table full of empties again, it was good.
All I can say is, Where's my fricken tshirt?