[dr. camplove: part deux]
as an old guy once said, "And now, the rest of the story."
let's see...when we last left off the score was bummers: 2, not bummers: 4. quick recap for the TL;DR crowd: we went camping. stolen propane tanks. water everywhere.
so as i said earlier, the evening wore off and our friends left. the campfire was put out and we headed in to bed. ryan settled in for bed with dreams of an easter bunny jumping through his mind. kelly and i put in a movie and snuggled up in bed. it wasn't long before we could hear a storm start rolling in. the rain fell steadily and the thunder... well... it would give garth something to sing about.
the storm couldn't negate our sleepiness from all the day's adventures, and even "as the storm blows oooooonn out of control", we were soon asleep. for a while. at about 1:15 i was gently drawn out of my slumber courtesy of my wife's elbow to my temple. TYLER. WAKE UP. I'M GETTING WET.
what?
I'M GETTING WET?
what?
WATER. WET. ME. ON.
did you piss yourself? (not the time for jokes)
see the thing is, above our murphy bed is a roof vent. super helpful for breezy spring and fall camping trips, when you're not running the AC but need a little air flow. not super helpful when it has a 2" diameter hole in it that is now dripping water on your sleeping wife. turns out that at some point over the winter something (probably hail) knocked a hole in the vent lid. wow. a bucket was retrieved and my poor wife spent the rest of the stormy evening curled up around a sloshing bit of water.
bummers: 3
not bummers: 4
somehow we both fell back asleep and made it to the morning. it was easter and that silly bunny found ryan even at the camper. we got up and around and made it to church on time.

church was great, of course, and we were felling pretty good given the crazy weekend. we knew we had some things to fix for the next trip, but that was the whole reason we were staying at jacomo in the first place. all is well. perspective. center. feeling refreshed, we walked through the parking lot towards the truck; time to head back and pack up camp. ok so, this was how it was gonna be. final score:
bummers: 3
not bummers: 4
...we thought. unlock truck, key in ignition, turn it over. CHECK ENGINE LIGHT ON. lord is testin' me. i might not pass. real final score:
bummers: 4
not bummers: 4
except not really. i didn't let the bummers win then, and i won't let them win in the future. i don't know a whole lot, but i know these two things are true: 1.) it can always be worse and 2.) this too shall pass. sometimes you just gotta let that shit go.

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