Adventures in camping
We camped at a lake last weekend with people from our church.
We enjoyed a moonlight boat ride, viewing both human and divine pyrotechnics.
Later, those pyrotechnics rolled right over top of us. Camping generally equals rain, so we weren’t surprised.
We were sleeping in the back of our little pickup, which had just enough room between cab and tailgate for us. We watched and listened to the rainstorm, but kept nice and dry in our little overnight home.
We woke up early Saturday morning and took a walk. When we left, the boat was in our cove and the play tent was on the ground.
When we returned, the tent had tried to commit suicide and the boat had run away. Maybe boat couldn’t stand the sight of the suicidal tent?
The tent had jumped onto the fire pit, which melted much of its floor. (Well, OK, the same gust of wind that took away the boat probably threw tent into fire.) I grabbed tent and threw it in the lake to halt the burning.
Boat Owner Steve came out of his tent camper shortly thereafter to retrieve his boat. He got in an unscheduled early-morning swim to rescue it from drifting.
Once he left, we watched that tent camper briefly turn into a see-saw. Steve’s wife Amy walked around in there, unbalancing it. Occupants must have gotten a bit of a ride, but all were OK.
What would camping be without some adventure?
We enjoyed a moonlight boat ride, viewing both human and divine pyrotechnics.
Later, those pyrotechnics rolled right over top of us. Camping generally equals rain, so we weren’t surprised.
We were sleeping in the back of our little pickup, which had just enough room between cab and tailgate for us. We watched and listened to the rainstorm, but kept nice and dry in our little overnight home.
We woke up early Saturday morning and took a walk. When we left, the boat was in our cove and the play tent was on the ground.
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When we returned, the tent had tried to commit suicide and the boat had run away. Maybe boat couldn’t stand the sight of the suicidal tent?
The tent had jumped onto the fire pit, which melted much of its floor. (Well, OK, the same gust of wind that took away the boat probably threw tent into fire.) I grabbed tent and threw it in the lake to halt the burning.
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| The boat runs away. |
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Once he left, we watched that tent camper briefly turn into a see-saw. Steve’s wife Amy walked around in there, unbalancing it. Occupants must have gotten a bit of a ride, but all were OK.
What would camping be without some adventure?
posted by Roxie at
5:00 AM
4 Comments:
This is a good read. There is a lesson in here for all tent campers. I am sorry about your misfortune, but at least now you get to get that really nice tent you always wanted.
Best,
Jeff Marshall
http://www.goingtentcamping.com
Thanks, Jeff.
This is very funny. I enjoyed it. It's as if Murphy's Law decided to come camping!
We all have days like that, we just hope they don't happen too often.
So true. Murphy can just stay away from me!
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