The first day of our trip was pretty rainy. It rained all night, too. Day two was nice and dry so I figured we were safe that night. No such luck. We found our campground, which was a beautiful spot by a lovely lake, and pitched tent. We ate dinner, took a walk, and Hunter even ran "Old Yeller"...his (yellow) RC boat. Then we started getting ready for bed and guess what...raindrops! Fortunately, we were pretty much in the tent by this time. I'm nowhere near the die-hard outdoorsman that my hubby is, but there is something truly incredible about listening to raindrops on the tent.
A random (but very cool) bridge:
Old Yeller in action:
At our first campsite, there were signs everywhere stating the water had been tested and was safe for consumption. I wondered about the reason for all the signs...until Hunter filled the water bottle:
Ya right! No, I most definitely did not drink the water.