My trip

Every year my family goes on our annual camping Mayfest trip. We have been going for ten years now. We have also had the same tent for that long. This spells disaster to anyone out there with common sence. Where we go is basically in a field out in the mountains. Prone to every bit of wind and element imaginable. So of course it rained, and rained, and rained. From the wind tearing into our tent it made it very willowy. Then came the wet stuff. This created great big water bubbles right above my head. So for two nights we were pushing water off the tent and sleeping with very wet and heavy blankets. It made for interesting sleep when trying to avoid the chinese water torture. Thank God there is a wonderful creation of a tent heater. Without that we never would have gotten dry or warm. We had two running all night long. In the morning when the rain finnally stoped our poor tent that has been so faithfull to us looked like a drowned cat got ahold of it. All the fluff had been taken out of it. It’s straps were busted. It leaned everywhere. The only thing that kept us there was that the festival was fun. I got to spin fire again. Where I cracked myself right in the butt. I was doing a simple crossover when I did it. Thankfully I didn’t light myself on fire. It was the first time the flame has ever hit me. So it threw me off a little. However I had to keep on spinning cause I was still lit. My daughter got to be the May Queen. Crowned and everything. I was so proud. So all and all it was a good weekend minus the rain. I like the fire much better.