(San Antonio, TX, US)
About five years ago, my brother and I went to the Texas coast to a park called Goose Island State Park.
We had planned a 5-day camping/fishing trip for our whole family. The plan was for us to go and get the site all set up, get a couple days in for fishing, and catch up with each other.
As it so happens, the coast had gotten a lot of rain that spring. We checked the weather reports, and chance of more rain that week was low. If you live in Texas, you have probably heard the old saying "if you don't like the weather, just wait a minute." Needless to day, weather reports are not very helpful in some parts of Texas.
It started raining that afternoon and decided to stop after most of the sites were flooded out. We were on higher ground, so we were okay for the moment. We made sure the tents and everything were dry, then decided to go fishing. The rest of that first night was fine. Fishing was terrible, because the rain flushed out the fish.
Day 2 (a Friday). Fishing was better, skies were clear, etc. After dinner, the clouds rolled in and it started to rain. We were a little worn out, so we just called it a night. At about midnight, I woke up to my brother shaking my tent and yelling at me. I could hardly hear, the rain was so loud. I ignored him and went back to sleep.
Next thing I know, he's in the tent shaking me, telling me to get out. At that point, I realize I'm lying in water. The water in the tent was so deep some of my gear was floating, and my pillow was almost completely under water.
So here we are, two brothers running in the middle of a lightning storm in nothing but soaked boxers to the car. So we slept in the car. 4:00 comes around and I'm awake, so stiff I can barely move. It's still raining, but only a drizzle by now.
I climb in the back of my car and find some dirty clothes from the previous day and some clean ones. I put the dirty ones on, my brother the clean ones. So we decide to drive into town for breakfast and to hear the weather reports from some of the fishing guides.
When we get back to the campsite, it was a beautiful day, but we were pretty flooded out. After we set up the tents and everything to dry, we went fishing again (catching nothing but trash fish) until the rest of the family came down.
The rest of the trip was great, except for the fishing. When our parents and my brother's wife got there, we found out that between the two days, we got 10 inches of rain dumped on us. This was added to the twenty they already had that month.
I won't call it a bad trip, it was just another memorable camping trip with my family.
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