My wife and I had been married about 5 years. My wife never camped growing up but I had the opportunity to camp both in scouting and with my family. I “talked” my wife into getting a tent and take our two small girls camping.
The first trip was just a short trip to a local campground and we setup the tent and had a great first day. As it got dark I heard my wife in the tent fogging it for bugs and the like. I told her not to spray the bug spray on the canvas of the tent because if it rained the tent would leak. I told her if she wanted to spray she could just spray her side of the tent. Later that night a big rainstorm came up and I heard the little ones talking so I turned on the lantern. There the three of them sit looking like drowned rats, their sleeping bags soaked and water standing on their side of the tent. I knew it wasn’t going to be good for me so I kept my mouth shut and told them they could have my sleeping bag. As soon as daylight broke they were packing the car – needless to say our first camping trip was cut short.
It must not have been all bad because my two daughters are grown and they love when we can all go camping with their families but things have improved – grandma and grandpa now have a Class A if it begins to rain.
Submitted by Alan Bryant as a part of the RV Centennial Celebration “Share Your Favorite RV Memory” contest.
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