We arrived about 8 p.m. and carried our gear in while dodging raindrops. Quickly, we assembled tents and started putting up the dining flies. It was then that the Heavens opened. By Sunday morning, we would endure 6.5 inches of rain that turned hiking trails into muddy soup that came 2/3 of the way up your boots. Even the hardcore campers agreed this kind of weather put a damper on the fun of the weekend. But as Boy Scouts is also about building character, we put this campout in that column and looked forward to May!
After a day and night of rain, the entrance to our campsite was more Slip 'n Slide than trail. A few limbs and later some hay gave us enough traction to at least come in and out of camp.
By Saturday morning, the trails had turned to a series of mud puddles that swallowed your feet when you walked threatening to suck your boots right off your feet if you stood too long in one place.
It's weekends like this that make you thankful to be surrounded by friends.
Rain? I don't know what you're talking about.
This was the :37 it didn't rain during out 36 hours in camp.
Funny how teamwork and communication improve when you're getting pounded with rain. We got the dining flies up in record time and enjoyed their shelter immensely during the weekend.
If you want to know how to roast a pig in a rainstorm, just ask Mr. Maddie and Mr. Kay. The hands down highlights of our weekend were the pig and brisket they cooked for Saturday night. It was every bit as good as it looks and yes, both have been nominated for the post of permanent grubmasters!