Like all good tourists, we checked the forecast before we left. Partially cloudy, clearing towards the weekend. Warm but not hot. Good camping weather.
Apparently the forecast was revised after we got on the road. Our first day, the day spent mainly on the road, was absolutely beautiful. Unfortunately, it didn't last. We actually came home a day early, when our tent finally couldn't take any more. The leaks could not be stopped, especially since we were finding indoor activities to keep us away from our soggy campsite. Everything we had with us was soaked through, so we packed it in.
We're home, we're drying out, and after 5 loads of laundry done today, I think 4 more will get us through the wet things stacked in the bathroom.
It's a bit of a joke. Every time I go camping, it rains. When I was a teen and my friends and I would plan our annual canoe trip, some of the farmer parents would joke that it was about time; the fields needed the rain. Ha Ha. Hubby's family, on the other hand, seems to cause the clouds to part and the sun to shine down on them. (I actually witnessed this happen once with his brother. Unbelievable.) I was happy to marry Hubby on his own merits, but the good weather genes were a nice bonus I was counting on. Finally, I would be having sunny vacations! As the kids began coming though, it seems they must have inherited my bad weather mojo, as we get rain more and more often. They look more like their father than me, why couldn't they have gotten his good mojo instead of my bad?
All joking about the weather mojo aside, it was a good vacation. I'm always happy to get away from it all and love camping with the kids, especially as they get older. We visited one of our favourite spots and saw old friends and just spent time together. It was wonderful.
Now I have to go see if the dryer is done yet.