Well, last week was the week from hell. We have an old cat, and we needed to board her at the vet’s lest something bad happen. When I got to the cat hotel Saturday afternoon, it became evident that they’d told us the wrong time for dropoff, since there was nobody there. If we’d waited till they were open, it would have meant two long days’ driving for two full days at the park. No go.
So we went to Assateague Island, which is about a 3.5 hour drive for us (vs 10 to the Smokies). When we got there, the wind was so strong that we had to use our daughter as a paperweight to lay down the tarp and blanket and put the tent up. We went to walk on the beach, and the blowing sand was so painful that we had to go back and get on long clothing. Then, about half a mile from the campsite, it started raining. Not much, but when it’s blowing horizontal, you get really wet really fast. We went to a restaurant to dry out during dinner and waited for the rain to stop. Once we were sure it had stopped, wen went out, and then it began raining for real. Got totally soaked again.
The squall that night was without a doubt the worst storm I’ve ever camped through. The tent held, but the rain was so heavy and the wind so strong that the water got through the fly and soaked into the entire tent. It dried out enough the next day that we could hang up the sleeping bags and the wind died down enough that we could take out the air mattresses and bail out the tent.
That day was good, but the night had a heavy mist/light rain, and lots of wind, so the tent got soaked again. We drove home the following morning. Then we found that our sick cat had hurled all over the house. She stopped eating the next day (we gave her an appetite stimulating pill to no avail), and we had to put her to sleep Friday.
Oh, and our phone/internet/cable went out as the sh*t was hitting the fan, so we had to make all our alternate arrangements by cell. That wouldn’t normally be a big deal, but the way things were going it was the last straw. It turned out that the phone people had missed putting the bottom panel on the outside box, and a mouse had moved in and chewed through the fiber-optic cable.
On a positive note, we found a nearly perfect cat the following day. We’ve been almost a week introducing him to our 3-yo cat, and I think they’ll wind up getting along.
Cheers, Charlie