We went camping last weekend with some friends for Father's Day. It's a group we've become friends with, who have similar-aged kids, and similar interests. The two brothers in the group have had this tradition for years, and this was our third or fourth year with them. We got there late due to my having class in Columbia that Friday. However, the peacefulness of the site and the campfire Friday night were what I needed.
What I/we didn't need, however, was the major thunderstorm that moved through starting around 2:00 a.m. Saturday morning. It was then, the front moved in and the wind blew such that it began to unzip our tent.
This was the radar image at 3:10 a.m. when the sheets of rain were falling and the lightning illuminated the tent. If I wasn't fearful that the trees near us would be hit or that the tent would significantly leak, I might have enjoyed the storm. By around 4:00 a.m., things started to settle down to where I was able to tell Mitch that I wasn't interested in sleeping through a storm again.
I woke before 6:00 and was running on only a few hour's sleep. I didn't feel like getting up, because I didn't want to wake Mitch or Gab. I just laid there and reflected for awhile. There's so much going on right now, that a few minutes of peace and quite were quite welcome. I enjoyed how peaceful the two of them were sleeping.
The clouds burned off. The sun heated up the wet ground. The humidity was rather uncomfortable. My head began to pound, and I knew I was in for it. I returned to the tent, while Mitch helped cook the massive quantities of pork on the grill and Gab swam with her friends. Before I drifted off to sleep, I enjoyed the beauty of the day. The tent only let a little water in (quite impressive, in fact). There was a nice breeze through the windows and the light shown through the roof of the tent in a most beautiful manner.
Despite the relative positive outcome of the day, storms were again in the forecast for that night. We decided to pack ourselves up and leave after dinner. We rode out the next round of weather from the comfort of our home. In fact, neither Mitch nor Gab even heard the storm. It was a good weekend, albeit short. The blue hour light over The Lake is the last image I'll leave you with. This weekend has only renewed my desire to see more of our state, of our country, from the four walls of our little home away from home.