…or at least that’s what I keep telling myself after this past weekend when a bunch of us landed in the chilled and wet lands of Gull Lake. The rain descended upon us and within ten minutes of stepping from our car, I was nearly soaked to the bones in a frustrating attempt to erect a miniature tarp-and-tent-city in our campsite, under which we needed to cook, eat, sleep, and attempt to dry out from doing all of those things.
Hot chocolate with a generous dose of Bailey’s ensued.
Ah… but I whimper in mild complaint, though it was all in fun. Good friends, so-bad-it’s-good food, and a gaggle of seemingly tireless kids make it difficult argue for anything but. And the weather can do what it always does: be completely uncooperative.