The Girl Scouts went camping down at Clay’s Park this weekend. Madeline’s troop went down on Friday night while Zoe’s troop (with me as one of the brave parents) went down Saturday morning. The plan was to set up our tents by 10 am, do all sorts of activities like fishing, crafts, swimming and cooking over a campfire all day, have a big bonfire at night and then camp under the stars.
As you may have noticed when I first posted this on Saturday morning, within 5 minutes into our camping adventure I was a wounded warrior. My hand was eaten by two aluminum tent poles when I was working on putting up our giant tent. Once I got it mended, we were off having fun. The girls enjoyed the fishing and crafts and the swimming was fun, even with a packed beach.
Unfortunately, as we were just getting the things ready to start our dinner, the rumble of thunder came rolling across the campground. Within 10 minutes, we had blueberry sized hail falling. About 15 minutes later, we had to scramble into vehicles as fast as possible because a tornado warning was issued with the
funnel cloud to the west of the park. Kids were panicking as we were running into a beachfront shelter and put into the bathrooms as our safe zones. We calmed our girls by singing songs and 20 minutes later, we got the message that we had 30 minutes to get to our campsite and pack it all up before another round of storms came through.
If they gave a badge for the fastest camp take-down, the Moms in my group would get it. We had our three tents and all of our gear in cars within 10 minutes. Amazing. There WAS a tornado at Clay’s Park, but it didn’t come from the sky – it was the women and girls of Troop 400. Maybe those city girls got some country in them after all…um…well, country with a dash of style…