Before the boys were born, I went white water rafting twice. Both times, we camped out with the Scouts Venturing post.
Imagine a camping site located in a valley.
Then there was a torrential rainstorm.
So what do you think happened?
The water pooled into my tent.
Oh, I forgot to give you one piece of key information. One of our friends and my father-in-law had traveled with us down to West Virginia.
So the water was pooling in my tent. Hubby, our friend, and my father-in-law were no where to be found. Cell phones were not as popular as they are now plus there would be no service.
I was freaking out and getting wetter.
One of the other people camping out with us had a camping trailer with them. So they invited me in the trailer so I wouldn’t get sick.
Finally they show back up.
They had been driving around looking for a hotel/ motel for me. A hamvention type of event was going on in the area so there was limited hotel/ motel rooms available. Or should I say, they found only one room.
It was a honeymoon type of room. There was one bed and a whirlpool tub. All 4 of us were sharing this room.
Hubby and I shared the bed. My father-in-law got the couch in the room. Our friend got the floor. The whirlpool tub was not used. đŸ˜¥
The few photos I have of this camping trip.
There was video made of the trip. They included this song by Green Day. Whenever I hear this song, I am reminded of this camping trip.
Stay kind!
Believe in the Magic Traci Diary 
A “hamvention”? That’s a new one on me.
My family has never been the “outdoorsy” type, precisely because of rain. Sleeping four to a room was my mother’s idea of “roughing it.”
I don’t know if they called it a hamvention in West Virginia. We call it here. It’s basically an amateur radio convention.
Needless to say that was not my worse camping experience. It was just the most memorable.
Yup, the old flooded tent thing. Been there, done that. The hotel honeymoon suite was hilarious.
Oh my gosh, what a nightmare the moment you realized water was pooling in your tent!! I would have high tailed it out of there too!
We have an annual camp-out on the grounds of our club every September. The ladies steer clear and the fathers take over for the night. It’s turned out that the kids attending pitch their own tents, far away from the snoring men, grouped together in their own tent area.
Actually, the snoring helps keep any visiting wildlife at bay.