Well...anyway. We got up to Bar Harbor Campground which is a great place to camp. If you are lucky, you can get a site with a great ocean view, next to a wild blueberry patch. We weren't quite that lucky this time. We did get a good site on top of the hill and we could see the ocean. Even the blueberries were nearby, but not right outside our tent. We put up the tents and eventually hit the sack. The weather forecast wasn't great - we were supposed to get wind and rain. And we did get wind and rain. 5 o'clock in the morning it felt like the tent was gonna fly away. I had to get out to tie down some some cords that had gotten loose. I was soaked by the time I got back to the tent. A few minutes later the our tent lost its battle against the wind. I crawled out. The tent looked like a big burrito. My wife was still inside. The burrito was moving. She eventually got out and we threw the remnants of the tent inside the minivan. My daughters' tent was weathering the storm just fine. My older daughter didn't even wake up. My wife and me slept the rest of the night in the van.
Things did get better after that. We managed to patch the tent with our repair kit, duct tape etc. We did get one of those great sites and the remaining three nights were really good. My daughters picked up those wild blueberries
and we made a blueberry pie when we got home.
My old tent has probably had it. It has lost its shape and there are way too many tears. We bought this tent in 1990 before we traveled through the newly liberated East-Germany and Czechoslovakia (do you still remember those countries?). I can't really complain though....I got twenty years out of that tent. Next summer I have to get a new tent.
But then again, at the campground I saw one of those little teardrop trailers and I have had daydreams about it ever since.
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