This was vacation right?
Albeit a short one but a vacation nonetheless.
One of the very few things I wanted to accomplish on my vacation was to read . . . a lot.
So, I left my hubby screaming and hollering and debating about
politics with our fellow campmates. I took
my chair and book . . . er Kindle . . . and sequestered myself down by the
river to do just that . . . read.
It was very peaceful . . . the river flowing lazily by, the
birds chirping, the frogs peeping, the falling leaves . . . lovely.
Alas, all good things bust come to an abrupt and brutal
end.
I had been enjoying my solitude for maybe 30 minutes when
from behind me I hear, “Honey? We have some work to do.”
Unfortunately, I was the “honey” in question.
It had rained all night long and apparently the floor to our
tent wasn’t as watertight as it should have been.
Basically, a small lake had formed under our tent on top of
the ground cloth we had laid down.
And that lake was
seeping through the seams in the tent floor creating a subsequent pond under
our air mattress.
Everything had to come out of the tent. Thankfully, the vinyl underside of the
mattress protected our sleeping bag from complete soppiness but everything was
damp and had to be air out.
Good thing the sun was shining and the day was warm.
Hubby soaked up the water with our dishwashing sponge, dried
the floor with a towel and applied Gorilla
Tape to the seams to prevent further water infiltration.
If you’ve never heard of or used Gorilla Tape, it’s amazing
stuff. Sticks to just about anything and
sticks good!
Anyhoo . . . the inside issues addressed, he moved on to the
lake under the tent. He shoved a towel
underneath and wrang it out over and over again to remove as much water as
possible . . . he got most of it.
Then he shoved a milk crate under the tent / on top of the
tarp to get some air circulation to finish drying.
Then we had margaritas and tequila.
By bedtime everything was dry and all was well.
Ah . . . the adventures of camping.
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