All week, we’d been looking forward to a camping trip with our family, some friends, and their kids. Sure enough, we woke up yesterday to grey skies and the promise of thunderstorms.
We have this vision in our heads of trying to pitch a tent in a marsh while six young children hover nearby whining and crying. (And we’re not even that great at pitching a tent when the ground is dry.) Next, we go to cook some food over an open campfire, only to discover that water does indeed kill fires. Now we have six young kids who are hungry, soaking wet, and crabby. We try to console them, but next thing you know, our youngest gets struck by lightning. Well at least she wasn’t wandering around with one of the big metal poles for the tent we couldn’t erect due to the marsh…
And so we decided to cancel the camping trip and have a barbecue instead. Luckily, our friends have an awesome backyard. That is because the further away you get from the city, the bigger the backyards become. Ask me sometime about why New Yorkers have a reputation for being cranky. I swear it’s based on social Darwinism and population density… I digress.
So, we’re sitting in their awesome backyard, which has numerous chicken coops, a garden, a pool, and a swing set. Our kids are jumping on their enormous trampoline (which is roughly the size of our entire yard) and playing soccer. We eat dinner out on their deck, and are outside for about six hours total. And not a single drop of rain falls!
Luckily the kids were too busy playing to notice how dry we all were.
We did, however, find a tick on one of our kids. I guess that’s the downside of country living and open spaces… I’m pretty sure the moral of this story is never ever believe the weather forecast, and always check your children for ticks so they don’t end up with Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever. I hear that’s no fun.