Bob and I packed up the dogs and headed out towards Twin Lakes to camp last weekend. We arrived at the camp site at around 7:00pm and it started to rain at approximately 7:01pm. We sat in the car while it rained Codas and Pacos and when it turned to a drizzle we quickly built the tent, which still got wet inside before we got the rain tarp up. It was too rainy outside to build a fire so we couldn’t cook our traditional camp food dinners. Instead, we munched on crackers and doritos in the tent and called it a night.
We woke up the next morning to this:
Trickery! The blue skies lasted about 2 hours but we made the most of the break and ate donuts outside at the picnic table.
Bob was looking forward to fishing so we carried our gear down to a stream next to the camp site. When it comes to fly fishing, neither of us knows what we’re doing. Whenever I fly fished before I had a guide telling me what to do and which fly to use. When Bob and I fished I picked a fly from my stash because it looked yummy and I’d eat it if I were a fish.
When it came to choosing a place to fish in the stream, Bob picked a place because it looked like a place he’d like to be if he were a fish. Advice: we are not fish and we have no clue what fish would actually like. We got skunked.
It started to get cloudy again so we headed back to the camp site to get a fire started and cook pizza bagels before the rain started. The clouds had their own plans that trumped ours. It rained as soon as we got back to camp but I demanded my dang pizza bagel. Wonderful hubs stood in the rain to make lunch while I stayed in the tent with the dogs.
We stayed in the tent for a few more hours and the thunder kicked in and Wellesley turned into a terrified snuggler. He couldn’t get close enough to Bob for comfort.
After 22 hours of rain we had enough of being cooped up in the tent with the dogs so we packed up a day early and went home. We were a bit bummed because this was the first weekend all summer we were able to get away.