Racing the Storm

What a slacker I’ve been!!  1 post in three days…


terrible.





I fear, though, that this is going to be summertime blogging for me. 
I won’t quite make the every day schedule.

Too many things going on.

Yesterday afternoon I packed up the kids and we headed up to Creekside for an overnight camping trip.

We couldn’t stay any longer than that, because I’m farmin’ now.  Got chores to do. 
Those chicks won’t feed themselves.






We had a relaxing, albeit early, morning, after a late, fun, campfire.




All of the sudden the wind picked up, and storm clouds were a brewin’.


Well, I had left my dogs outside, and Freddy is scared of thunderstorms,
so I rushed around and packed up, and left.








When I left the temperature was 29 degrees C.


About 5 minutes into the drive I hit wet pavement.  The temp had dropped to 25.
  I thought, “Uh, oh.  Going to have some unhappy puppies.”




I stepped on the gas.





Got halfway home, the pavement was soaked, the temp was 22.




I stepped on the gas.

Got 3/4 home, and dry pavement!!!

Temp at 25.




I stepped on the gas.





Got home, dry gravel, temp at 28.

High winds, and storm clouds coming.






Kids and I ran to unpack the van, and just as we got the last item in, it started to pour.

Good timing, that.






So, I beat the storm.





I like it when I win.









Which reminds me,


 
Sarah, I now have 9 camping points.


Yes, 9.











I win.

Here’s some pictures.

(Fuzzy, I know.  But I didn’t have time to change the settings on my camera before he hopped away.)

Disclaimer notice: The children had to actually be moved forward from where they were originally set up, as the BB’s would not penetrate the cardboard box.  So, not a very dangerous BB gun.