You know what they say....expect the worst and hope for the best.
That is the saying right?
Well what I expected, or envisioned rather was a fun filled weekend of stuffing our faces with naughty camp food and exploring the Olympic Peninsula. I'd say 30% was accomplished.
We left our house at 9:00am and headed north to pick up our dear companions, Merry and Jeff. Bless their lil hearts for wanting to camp at all, let alone with a toddler.
We boarded the ferry and made our way. We arrived at Kalaloch (voted one of the best campsites ever, BTW) around 4:00. We noticed some rain drops around 3:00. We remained optimistic.
We started to set up camp, and the rain, it came a tumblin' down. Not to be swayed, we continued to set up. I mean, the weather report said only a chance of rain.
After the tents were set and the air mattress blown up, we decided to take a walk. We figured we walk out the rain.
but no, we wouldn't give up so easy. We dug our heels in the mud and....decided making dinner sounded like a smart move.
Soggy hot dog buns later, I finally wavered, and perhaps a little foot stompin' occurred!
"this sucks!" I think were my exact words. A collective sigh rang over the camp site, and with that we packed it all up, and our asses headed to The Forks Motel.
|what plans I had for this food!|
|getting out some frustrations|
|Max had a blast however. He sat in this puddle most of the trip.|
|this was taken from the back of my jeep where I hid out|
|oh the intentions we had|
|are we having fun yet?|