On our last camping trip it rained! Not too much I must say...Just the first evening and last day!
Somehow yet, that last day is the nicest memory I have of the whole trip.
The rain came slowly, in the morning we got to potter around and then Tullula and I went down to the creek while Stephen took a nap and we had so much fun with our feet/legs in the water, I skipping rocks and her throwing them at the count of three!
We laughed out loud.
We looked at birds and tiny little fishes.
As we washed soggy old leaves from our toes.
Then we headed back to camp as the first light drops came down.
Our camp was all set up (unlike the first rain upon our arrival), so just as bit of rearranging but when the rain came in, setting in for the rest of the afternoon, we were all nice and cosy, under the tarp!
We played games, Memory, and Rummy. We drank The and Coffee and Hot Lemon for Tullula.
We ate snacks and just sat, listening to the pitter patter on the tarp!
And Tullula discovered the Rain.
She had so much fun running off into it, trying to fill her bottle!
It was beautiful to watch and I cherish that day under the Rain.
When I was a Little girl, living on the Boat, the rain was very special!
It meant that we had to get washed, or more to the point that we were able to finally wash in fresh water!
It mean that we had to fill out water tanks, and we did so buy collecting the water that came down the sails, down the mast ropes, down a tarp that was put up creating a funnel, anywhere really that we could!
It was always a time of much joy!
