As we watched the sky before the storm, we felt great apprehension that perhaps the weekend wasn't the best time to be camping. We had pitched our tent near the creek and out from under the trees. We wondered if the wind become worst then it was now, if the tent would remain up. Also, coming to mind, was if it continued to rain for a period of time (once the rain did start), would the firewood be too wet to start a fire? Would we be able to cook the food we had carried in our backpacks and make the coffee to go along with it or would dinner consist of granola bars and bottled water?
Who knew the creek would quickly spill over it's bank, flooding the tent and sending the firewood moving downstream like toy boats?
Did we ever imagine that we would learn to climb a tree, some of us for the very first time as the ground flooded?
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