We camped. It rained. Again.
I don’t know why I continue to put myself through this.
Truthfully, I think I wanted to hide from cell phone service for a couple of days. There’s a gap up in our mountains with a swimming lake and a jumping dock and a two mile radius before phones register any outside world. We went there even though two days is hardly worth the trouble and the forecast featured lightning bolts.
I went for the quiet. No texts. No emails. No notifications.
But the woods are not quiet. Birds trill their morning songs and streams rush and tree canopies plop raindrops even when the monsoon has passed. Drippy tent rainflies and wet towels and long legged spiders who crawl across the breakfast dishes uninvited do not make my escape peaceful.
But the woods are simple and I was seeking that. There are no choices beyond what’s in the cooler or the kitchen box or the pack of clean clothes. There are fewer decisions and fewer distractions.
Yet, the rain still came down hard and the shelter didn’t always hold.
There’s a lot of prep work that goes into camping or a vacation or publishing a book. There’s a lot of thinking through the “what ifs” and the “how tos” and the “maybe this.” There’s a lot of rigging that ties off a tarp that might keep the rain from drowning the picnic basket but sacrifices all the dry towels.
Fact is, sometimes the rain comes down and shakes the shelter and you get wet despite all the preparations. Sometimes, there’s not even enough time to seek the shelter before you’re soaked to the bone and forming a puddle of your own.
I’m puddling a lot lately. Soaked to the bone.
I keep waiting to be told what to do next. Which agent to submit to. Which marketing trend to follow. Which interview to give.
I’m tying up my shelter, expecting the high and dry when truth is, the rain comes no matter how secure the knots. And the question is–when I get wet, do I rush for the place that’s dry and safe?
Or do I look for the lesson in the rain?
As long as you’re reading, I’ll keep looking. Maybe we’ll find the answer together.
Life here isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, but it isn’t all thunderstorms and clouds either. It’s a healthy mix of hard and easy, simple and complex, praise and criticism. I hope. My little space here is evolving with my career, and I’d love you to join me in the journey by subscribing to my monthly-ish newsletter, following my author Facebook page, or please consider purchasing my debut novel, Still Waters. The book just received a 4-star review from the Romantic Times. For that moment, I came out and danced in the rain.
3 thoughts on “On Camping Despite the Rain”
Congratulations on the great review, for dancing in the rain, for camping in the rain, for being determined in the rain, and for teaching your children all of the above. —And that when you get drenched to the bone the cozy dry shelter is oh so nice.
I enjoyed reading your post.
Beautiful! I am a huge fan of the quiet and the woods! Where we now live there is a lot of quiet and that is such a blessing to me. There is still noise and honestly sometimes I have to make myself be quiet so that I can hear the quiet. But Oh, what a blessed sound!
Congratulations on your book review! I can not wait to read it! Your writing is wonderful and I know the book will be as well!
I love what you write. Always. And Gus’ face. Perfection. 🙂