Rain was expected all weekend and it did rain some, but almost every time it would rain we'd be under a tarp. Perfect timing! Dad had to secure our tarp in the beginning to make sure it would keep up for us.
Because it was so damp, a fire was hard (okay, impossible) for us to get.
Whenever we had down time we admired Ben's real-deal Chacos. He has a love-hate relationship with them.
Dad wasn't sure if he should bring the camp stove, but thankfully he did! He and Mom went camping on their honeymoon (niceee) so this camp stove is straight from 1981! Does it usually flame up that high and hard? No. We had a gas spill and the whole stove and rock that it was sitting on caught on fire. Awesome. Smokey the Bear would not be happy with us.
Every night we threw the bear bag up in the tree far from any hungry bears.
It's takes some strategy.
Ben would chunk the bag in the air and at the same time Dad would pull the rope super fast and tight and then tie it to the tree! Works like a charm.
Bunk buddies!! Tight spaces under the tarp. We learned that Ben's snore sounds something like a bear. It kept us on our toes.
Because it was so damp, a fire was hard (okay, impossible) for us to get. 
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