One time we went camping and this happened:
Yep, that’s a river that’s flowing into our tent. The river wasn’t there the day before, but it was being created as we set up camp.
Here’s the back story:
We drove up to Fresno County where my sister and her family lives… up in the mountains in Squaw Valley (not the one by Lake Tahoe). We decided to camp up there while we were visiting because they live right next to King’s Canyon National Park and Sequoia National Forest. We got advice from my sister and her husband on the best campground and decided to stay there. The only problem was… it looked like rain… and there was rain in the local forecast, soon to come… like, as in just a few hours. So after hanging out at my sister’s for a while, Kyle and I headed off to the campground (which was about an hour away). By the time we got there, it was pouring rain, but we figured tents are waterproof, so we set up our stuff in the pouring rain. Once the tent was set up and our sleeping bags and everything were in there, we jumped in and changed our clothes so we were dry. We ate Lunchables for dinner and some candy for dessert. All the while, rain kept pouring down.
Here we are freezing cold:
But still smiling because we’re crazy and stupid. lol!
The next morning we saw the flood of river going under our tent, and it turns out, tents are not water proof. At least ours isn’t. All our blankets were soaked by our feet. We figured there was no way we could camp another night, so we got this:
And we had s’mores by melting marshmallows in the microwave the hotel provided.
Our trip was pretty much over because we didn’t have it in our budget to stay in a hotel for more than one night and my sister doesn’t have room at her house for guests.
At least we got to see some really huge trees (still sprinkling, as you can see from these photos):
Has anything like that ever happened to you? Did a vacation ever turn out completely unexpected? Have you ever tried to camp in the rain?