Last words you want to hear when you get on a plane.
Actually words, I don’t want to ever hear. This last week
we went camping in a pop-up. On the drive it was crazy windy.
There was a big camper in front of us with 2 bikes and 2 kayaks attached to it.
They were swaying in the wind almost like they were waving at us.
It rained for 48 hours- pretty much straight.
At the start it was a pleasant soft rain. After 12 hours or so,
the pleasantness wore off. I was annoyed.
On this trip I was stung by a bee in the back of my left arm
within the first 10 minutes of getting out of the car and
starting the set up. I yelped-it stung! Did I mention I had
poison ivy on my left wrist that had gone full blown on me.
So every time I bumped it or rubbed it against anything-yowza!
Than Mr. Fix-it got stung. He did not yelp, but…
During the 48 hours of rain we were both gone from the camp site
for a bit in the car. When we got back to camp we found our awning had taken
flight. Turbulence.
I am giving myself 72 hours for the camping part of this
trip. Turbulence ought to be worth something.
Total Outside Hours
to Date: 122hrs and 46 min.
That’s so crazy you both got stung! It sounds like everything was out to get you.