Who would have thought that camping in July could feel like December camping? It was a cold wet weekend. The rain started Friday night when we were sleeping and dumped most of the time, until sometime Sunday morning. I attempted to bring the pavillion for some rain protection, but somehow the tent part wasn’t packed in the box. So, we made do with the little tarp we keep in the car. It couldn’t handle the heavy rain, so we moved it by the fire pit where a big tree, along with the tarp, helped to keep us dry.
The girls didn’t seem to mind the weather at all. If Kayla had her way she would have been without coat the whole time. Sleeping went a bit better this time. Couldn’t resist snapping this photo before I drifted off to sleep…
We managed a couple short hikes each day. The first was to Franklin Falls. The river and falls were running pretty fast. It was really pretty. All around there were still patches of snow! Hard to believe for July.