I always loved the Oregon Coast ... even when it rained.
Except once. We'd gone camping for the weekend and don't you know, not only was it raining cats and dogs (and fish and frogs and lizards and snakes and everything that should never fall from the sky), but thunder and lightning. We finally packed up and went back home.
If I remember right, we weren't even tent camping, but had the camper at that time. I suspect if it had just been me, I'd have just wrapped up in a blanket in the camper with a book and spent a very relaxing evening listening to the rain beating on the camper roof. But then hubby and son would have gone stir crazy.
Nothing beats wandering the beach covered head to toe in toasty raingear. Not that I have any raingear. Just a fleece jacket that while exceedingly warm and cozy doesn't do much to keep the rain from soaking through to my skin. At which point, it's no longer warm and cozy.
Except once. We'd gone camping for the weekend and don't you know, not only was it raining cats and dogs (and fish and frogs and lizards and snakes and everything that should never fall from the sky), but thunder and lightning. We finally packed up and went back home.
If I remember right, we weren't even tent camping, but had the camper at that time. I suspect if it had just been me, I'd have just wrapped up in a blanket in the camper with a book and spent a very relaxing evening listening to the rain beating on the camper roof. But then hubby and son would have gone stir crazy.
Nothing beats wandering the beach covered head to toe in toasty raingear. Not that I have any raingear. Just a fleece jacket that while exceedingly warm and cozy doesn't do much to keep the rain from soaking through to my skin. At which point, it's no longer warm and cozy.