Camping with Pack 77 -Friday

This past weekend the kids and I went camping with Logan's cubscout/boyscout pack. Here's a rundown...

Friday after work, some crazy Indian woman slammed into the back of my car. I was leaving early to go home and pack up. Funny how that didnt work out. We had some communication issues and the few words I understood were "why you stop?!" and "I am late to work!" I got her insurance info, she got mine. She looked at our cars, got in hers, and drove off. I called my insurance company who told me to call the police and get a report, then call her insurance to file a claim.

Needless to say, we left late. I decided to use the GPS in an attempt to shave off some time with a short cut. Apparently the people at Tom Tom have a fantastic sense of humor. Apparently I do not, at 845pm, at the dead end of a gravel road that has signs saying both "private property" and "beware of dog". We turned around, back down the road...let me set you straight. When I say road, in this case, what I'm REALLY referring to is a dirt path just inches wider than my car, covered in a light sprinkle of gravel, tennis-ball sized rocks, and downed tree branch parts about as thick as my wrist. So we get back up out of this hole, back onto pavement for a short bit. I had kindly requested an alternate route from the GPS. It took us down another gravel road which quickly degenerated into something not quite as bad as before. After about 10 miles, its 930, and we pop out of the forest (litterally) onto pavement again somewhere inside Mammoth Cave National Park. It says turn, I turn. The good news is we are almost to the exact campsite! The bad? Its pouring bucketfulls, and its now pitch black.

I found the other campers, and I was able to erect a tarp over the car so we could sleep with the windows down. Yes, I did NOT pitch the tent in pouring rain and pitch black. Did I mention the kids had taken out the flashlights and not put them back in our camping supply tub? At about 3am, these women pull up in a van. They are talking loudly and swearing like sailors. Sweet. Saturday is a different day.