We have wanted to go camping all summer. We had issues scheduling with Church responsibilities and family activities…let alone Doug's limited time off. We decided to go over General Conference weekend and go to Moab, where it would hopefully be warmer. The nights were in the mid-40's and planned to spend a good portion in the tent waiting for the weather to warm up. We left later than we wanted and didn't make it all the way to Moab. We thought we were genius to stop in Green River (just 1-hour from Moab) and set up camp after the sun had gone down, while we had a little daylight left.
It seemed too perfect…until about 11 pm when a freight train came through RIGHT by our tent. It came several more times through the night too. We hadn't seen it through the few trees (and it was dark anyway). Suffice it to say that it was a LONG night of little sleep. By 4 am, Lyla was cold and cried out and I held her in my sleeping bag while she fell back asleep…and I stayed awake. When the kids came in our tent around 6:00, I told Doug that I wanted to camp up and go home. He patiently listened and then we continued on to Moab. :-)
Doug packed up camp while we stayed in the tent and then I moved all the kids to the car to stay warm while we packed up the rest. Doug is so patient when I whine.
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