John and I have agreed that we love camping. Things are always better, though, when the weather is beautiful. The first night we scrambled to set up camp as dusk was settling. Then it started to mist and drizzle as we heated soup on the Coleman stove, but we were protected with our huge tarp. As we were just about finished with supper, the

poles, straps, and bungee- cords 'gave way' and the tarp crashed down on top of us. We laughed and sloshed through the puddles and dodged raindrops in the dark as we tried to correct the problem. Friday proved to be a glorious day, both in weather and relaxation. The last day was cloudy and grey, but we went on a great hike to some other lakes and made tin foil dinners before the drizzle started again.