Against our better judgement, it being monsoon season and all, we went camping one night at Santa Barbara, a beautiful campground in a canyon up in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. We set up the tent, did a short hike along the stream bordering the campground, and had just gotten our fire going before it started to drizzle. We were able to cook our tin-foil dinners over the hot coals luckily, but we had to huddle under the porch of our tent to eat. The drizzle turned to a steady downpour that continued for 12 hours straight through the night. The tent which is at least 25 years old (the one I grew up with) wasn't exactly water-tight. Everything was very damp in the morning, but the kids seemed unfazed. They LOVED camping. |
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