Starting at about six o'clock on Saturday evening it started to rain...and rain...and POUR! Since we were out on the boat when the storm started to roll in, Kent rowed the boat to the nearest dock which was close to our campsite. The area we docked was not where we originally got the boat about a 1/2 mile from the campsite. Being that we drove to get on the boat in the morning, the truck was still down there when it started to pour. Not really knowing were this weather was going, Kent and I realized that we needed to have the truck nearby in case we had to bail for any reason. I bravely volunteered to put on the bright yellow rain suit and ride my bike to the truck and bring it back, of course that was with thinking Kent's manly caveman testosterone would kick in and he would say: "No, you woman, me man, me go, you stay with kids." But I guess in the thousands of years of evolution, I got the more sofisicated model of husband and he quickly and EASILY, mind you, shrugged his shoulders and causally said "Ok." Like I had just volunteered to peel the potatoes for supper. I was pretty nervous to go. It was just a short ride to the pick-up, but this was no regular weather. I peddled as fast as I could, trying not to think of getting struck by lighting and bursting into flames and I made it to the truck and drove it back. It was quite an interesting bike ride and I hope not to do it again! It's Kent's turn next time. The rain did stop at about 9:00 and we came out, started a fire and ate some goodies like nothing had happened. The kids were great, not a whole lot of complaining.
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