Day 3 is when it all fell apart. I’d been watching the forecast as best I could - cellular reception was pretty spotty. But it was pretty clear we weren’t going to be able to avoid the rain. And Riley was miserable. I had brought her Thunder Shirt but it’s not magic, she was still scared.
The campground had filled up the previous day - people blasting music, slamming doors, walking by, filling their water, causing a ruckus. Our dog walks the day before and that morning were filled by dogs from other camps barking at Riley but Riley just wanting to meet them (she’s such a sweetheart).
Because she was miserable and the forecast wasn’t going to improve rain-wise or temperature-wise, and I had forgotten enough things to make the rain and temperature not very friendly to me (i.e. flip flops so my shoes didn’t get soaked etc), I decided to start packing up and leave. So I did! While it was still raining Riley and I sat in the tent. She sat and shook, I started packing up everything on the inside. Good thing too - I discovered there were a couple of leaky spots in the tent - so I’d’ve been REALLY miserable had we stsayed.
The rain slowed up so I got out and started breaking down everything else - dog zip line, hammock, changing pop-up, kitchen stuff. Got Riley out of the tent, took the stuff from the tent to my car, broke down the tent, took a last look around, and got started on the way home.
Happened to see this on my navigation on the way back.
Nice.
