Beavers Bend

Isn't it beautiful? I think water is one of the most relaxing things on this green earth. So peaceful, serene and tranquil. My name, Jennifer, actually means white wave, which is significant, I think.



We left Sunday, later than we expected and arrived after dark. There was only starlight to help guide us to a suitable campsite. The boys set up camp like the pros that they are and we finally rested our sleepy heads well after midnight. It all seemed like such a good idea. The kids had Monday and Tuesday off from school and rumor was that this land in Oklahoma provided some of the best trout fishing known to man this time of year. So there we were, dreaming of what the next day would bring and then...

it started to rain,
and our air mattress popped,
and rocks were beneath us,
and the rain guard on our tent didn't guard... at all
and did I mention it started to rain?

As much as we wanted to wish it away, it continued drizzling raining pouring. Oh sure, intermittently the boys would fish (in the rain) catching some bass, but the glimmering trout was no where to be found. Eventually, our tent filled with over a foot of water and nearly slid right down into the river. Sam's entire bag of clothes was soaked as were all of our blankets and sleeping bags and of course our shivering bodies.



So, we spent about the next 6 or 7 hours together in the car waiting for the rain to stop, playing games and eating all the food we brought while laughing about our pail of luck because we certainly weren't willing to get any wetter from a shower of tears.



And then, just as the steam rose from the forest above and as Murphy's Law would have it, the sun came out to bid us farewell.

Without a doubt, I know everyone would agree when I say, this was by far the worst vacation, that none of us will ever want to remember,



without a smile.