Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Gray Land Indeed

That's a tent under the tarp.
Late March in Washington, as a general rule is not known for beautiful weather.  The general rule held true for our latest RV trip.  We spent the weekend at Grayland State Park with many guests.  I took Monday off to extend the trip a bit.  I knew what the weather was supposed to be like, and really was not looking forward to it.  I made sure everyone brought their boots, and confirmed the tarps were stored.  We arrived towing the Saturn to find that most of the campsite was submerged.  That included the fire pit and picnic table.  It was so bad that it was pretty obvious that Micaela and her friend Tasia were going to have to set up the tent on the paved section of the site.



I was able to cover the tent with a tarp, secured on one side with stakes into the ground.  On the other side, it was secured with lines into the trees.  It looked good.  Unfortunately, at O'dark thirty the winds and rain came.  The tarp was not nearly secure as we thought it was.  Somehow, the tarp slid off the stakes (which I later found were still secure in the ground), and flipped over the top of the tent.  I was awake in the RV, listening to the torrential rain and wind outside.  I figured that if there was a problem outside, the girls would be smart enough to abandon ship and come inside.  They didn't come inside, so I figured all was well.  Apparently they are just really slow...  They were wet.  Micaela's boyfriend Travis was smart enough to sleep inside.  Well, ok, he knew he was likely to not survive the night if he tried to sleep in the tent with the girls.  But I probably shouldn't speak about that...  One night was enough for them, and they all drove the Saturn home on Saturday evening.


Our friends Joey and Carrie, their daughter Victoria, and son Michael also shared the weekend with us.  Carrie and kids came out with us, and Joey arrived Saturday night after work.  Joey cooked Sunday and Monday morning, giving me a nice break from that chore.





We did manage to get out a few times to the beach, in between downpours of near Biblical proportions.   Nothing much to see there.  It just worked out that this weekend, there was no razor clam digging.  The weekend before, and next weekend we could have tried our hands at chasing those mollusks.  Maybe next year.
  We left around noon on Monday, a bit earlier than planned due to an incoming storm packing 70mph gusts.  No thanks, we'd had enough!

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