"Come on, mom! You said we would leave no later than 10:00!"
They were right. That's what I said, alright. But now it was 10:02 and I was not even cleaned up and ready to go. We did not pull out of the driveway until 11:15. Three stops along the way and we did not arrive until 2:30. Three more hours until sunset. No worries. The Little Leaguer could get in some riding time.
The forecast was not on the bright side...not at all. Low temperatures and rain...a bad combination had we been planning to tent camp. Not this year, thankfully. We were bringing the 80's Dancing Queen! This was way more fun than tent camping! Oh man, to know what I had been missing. And all these years I thought pitching a tent was grand!
"I hope that's not where we are heading," I mused out loud.
We had missed the down pour and pulled up to a saturated campsite, but all was bright and cheerful. The generator hummed dependably, leaves rustled gently, and stinky dirt bikes whined loudly. Hubs and the Little Leaguer were in hog heaven! The Little Chef and I were, more or less, just along for the ride. Three days of fresh air and sunshine lovin', no bathing dirty smellin', grit in your teeth mud flingin', good time.
For the word of the Lord is upright,
and all his work is done in faithfulness.
He loves righteousness and justice;
the earth is full of the steadfast love of the Lord. (Psalm 33:4-5. ESV.)