It started raining as soon as we pulled into the campground. We set up our tent in the rain, then had to mop it out with a towel. We started a campfire in the rain, then grilled and ate brats in the rain. While we were sitting and eating our brats, Cody came up with the line of the day:
"Dad," said Cody, "it its raining, who cares?"
It was brilliant. From then on, we had a blast. We went for a hike in the woods, in the rain, but who cares?
We played soccer in the rain, but who cares?
We slept in the tent, in thunderstorms and torrential downpours, but who cares?
Finally, at about 5:00 a.m. the tent started leaking a little, at that point Cody cared, but just a little. We broke camp and headed home.
It was a great day and night for the two of us, and we'll definitely repeat the experience, but we hope to do it with a little less rain. And we hope to bring Bailey and Mommy along with us.