My parents always liked to take us camping. When my brother and I were young, we went to the lake every weekend. We spent time fishing on the lake. We caught many different species of trout, perch, and bass. My brother and I enjoyed our time away. I remember a lot of camping trips, but one sticks out in my mind.
My parents decided to take us camping over spring break. We took the tent and went to our favorite mountainous region. On the second day of our vacation, it started to rain. At first, the rain was slow and sporadic. Over 12 hours, the slow drip became a steady downpour. It rained for two whole days, before the drops let up at all. When the rain finally stopped, a lot of our belongings were soaked. We didn’t have an expensive tent, and there was a pool of water in one corner. My mom took us to the laundromat in town, and we washed and dried all of our blankets, sleeping bags, and clothing.
While we were in town, my mom bought a small battery operated heater. My mom didn’t know if it would rain again, and the nights were very cold. My mom bought a spare set of batteries for the heater, and we headed back to the campground. Later that night, it started to rain again. My mom grabbed the battery operated heater and turned it on low. We ran the heater for an hour or two, and the tent was much warmer. It rained during every day of that camping trip, but we still managed to have some fun.