After the deed had been done and the camp was cleaned up of all signs of corn meal, frying pans and hush puppies…the Fish Gods took their revenge. Glen said you could hear the wind coming down the lake and then it was on them! Richard and Greg had been starting their stove to do the dishes, when it hit. Greg grabs a hold of our pop up and tries to keep it from taking him to Oz. He looks over at Richard who has a hold of his pop up and it’s lifting him off the ground. Our pop up just flattens on top of the tent (brand new tent…only second time out), Greg’s holding on, trying to get it off the tent when Glen and the gang run up from the other camp and try to help. As Greg hollers over the wailing wind that they need to get the cover off, he hears ripping and tearing and viola it’s off…not quite the way he wanted it to be though. They drag the carnage away from the tent and turn to help Richard. Cindy’s trying to cut the ropes holding Richard’s popup, stakes are being pulled and finally they get it folded up and laid down. 
The carnage…. 
The squeamish should look away…
All I can hope is that the Fish Gods have extracted their payment and that we won’t have another installment due on our next trip. Did I mention it was only the second trip for our popup too and that it was an early Christmas present and now it’s gone??? Did I mention that???
Photos courtesy of my bubba, Richard.
2 comments:
OMG, those are the stories you always remember! Another one for Glen's book!
Don't forget your bubba has been down this road before...I guess you could look at it like it's a badge of honor....you're not a real camper until you've had at least one EZ-Up destroyed and lived to tell about it!!! I'm glad they had a good time fishing, playing games and hanging out. Just wish they had brought us home some fish. Better luck next trip :)
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