Storm

Well we got to experience a Davis Mountain isolated storm yesterday afternoon. Our make shift campsite got blown away and drenched. I am continually amazed at the resiliency of the boys in such situations. Only Gabby was spared from her tent collapsing and her stuff getting soaked. Mine and Aric’s tent was ripped by the winds and we were not so lucky. Mike Bass’ carpet got drenched, it was terrible.

The boys also did not have much luck. Clothes, gear, pillows and sleeping bags were drenched. Ripped tents were on the ground and ridge poles broken. We were all hanging out at the base camp when the storm hit. The boys began the work of getting the camp site back in order. Tents went up, wet gear thrown in the back of Aric’s truck as new storm clouds appeared to be gathering. I tempted fate by holding a sledge in the air and daring Mother Nature to “bring it on” in a rather loud yell, because Troop 5 could take anything she dishes. The boys seemed to find amusement in their goofy scoutmaster and continued to get the campsite in order.

Gabby and I headed to Fort Davis in Aric’s truck and found a laundry mat. I would like to say that I participated in the laundry portion of the evening, but I used the wireless card to get some blog posts out. So the troop owes Gabby.

We returned to camp late and were greeted by a troop in much need of dry sleeping equipment.

Tempting fate once more, I would note that Mother Nature avoided our camp site last night, so she might have heard me.