It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles, against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent.-Dave Barry --American writer, b.1947
Every summer we head off to some park or other to go for a week of camping. This year, even though it has been the rainiest summer in eons, was no exception. After cramming our tent trailer and van as full as possible with camping "stuff" and food (marshmallows, chocolate, graham wafers, hot dogs, corn on the cob, bacon and eggs, etc) we first headed off to Charleston Lake Provincial Park. It rained the first night, it rained the second day, and the third day it rained again but the sun did come out for four hours, then it rained again, the fourth day was rainy, the fifth day we packed up and drove home in the rain. The sixth and seventh days were spent drying out the camping "stuff" and doing 10 loads of rain-soaked, mud-caked laundry. The camera got rained on and is barely functioning. We have one souvenir picture of our trip.
This was taken before it rained.
The trip was a disaster. Trying to make the most of it, I did bring along a bit of knitting...which I ripped out at least 10 times, in the rain.
Never mix lace knitting and camping.
Two weeks later we were back at it again, camping at another park called BurBaLac. Here the weather was much kinder to us and I was much wiser...
...I knit wash cloths.
