There is insanity–the kind people get institutionalized for–and there is insanity Oregon- style. I’m talking about going camping anywhere in Western Oregon for the Memorial Day weekend. I will say this for my fellow campers. We’re an optimistic bunch.
The weatherman says rain on Friday, chance of showers on Saturday and sunshine Sunday through Monday morning. Believing that the weather will be tolerable we head out Friday afternoon for a 40 mile drive to the chosen campground. The day has been pleasant thus far and hubby and I are looking forward to a good weekend with family and friends. It starts raining by the time we’re halfway there and we hope it’s just a transient shower. By the time we’re in the campsite and all set up the rain is fallung harder, not less. We crawled into bed with the sound of raindrops striking the roof of our modest RV.
Lessen? Did I say the rain would diminish? No way. Saturday morning it came down harder and more persistently. Our polypropalene mats, usually a godsend during inclement weather, lost the battle Saturday. Mud and water oozed up through the mat with each step. But did we leave? No!
As optimistic Oregonians we were heartened by the approaching patches of blue sky. We actually basked in a few hours of sunshine. After a short walk we set up chairs, our small table and the laptiop below the protective canopy. I barely had time to open my blogsite before the sky blackened and the breeze turned to a cold wind. Down came hail, covering the ground mat until it looked more like a snowfall. But did we pack up and head home? No.
Two hours later we were experiencing another small patch of sunshine. Just enough to give us hope that tomorrow would be a better day; that the weatherman’s forecast of sunshine and a balmy temperature of 62 degrees was accurate. Maybe the only thing “balmy” is our optimism.
Check my blog tomorrow to see if our persistence pays off.