King Tuts curse struck HOLIDAY park friday night at about 10:30 pm ...
Stan and I and our better halves were enjoying some wonderful pulled pork and cuban coffee at the 27 cafe after a trail run in the glades when we decided the wind was getting stronger and colder so back to the camp we went. We checked all the tie downs decided to reinforce the screen room put on a pot of coffee and decided we were ready for the night ... WRONG..
The rain was comin down sideways Stan placed the extra pop up canopy over his tent as an extra layer of protection we had the screen room full of cooking equipment chairs and tables and the coolers. The women headed off to relax out of the rain in the tents and it got bad... real bad.
The wind wa sgusting hard enough when I looked out of the screen room my tent with marcy in it was laid down almost flat then the wind let up and it popped back up. Stans pop top cover was leaning and swaying so we made some emergencvy repairs to it with duct tape and went back to finish some coffe and stare in amazement at how hard it was storming. Marcy hollered out .. there aint a dry spot in here, Stan and I just shrugged it off knowing how women exaggerate things .. well stan and I decide to call it a night and get in the tents and I was greeted with an inch of water in the tent floor The air mattress was floating then a gust came and flattened the tent again it lifted the rain flap up and totally drenched anything left that was dry. I told marcy to get ready we were going to the hotel ... she wanted to sleep in the truck but it was only about 1130 and it was looking like a long night ahead.. so I said no way and we loaded up I was running water off of me and it was raining so hard that I tought we were driving down deserted roads in the middle of no where when in reality there were house everywhere on the way to the hotel. We got checked in got a hot shower and a good nights sleep while Stan hung tough .. well about 1230 he had been out several time sto relieve the pressure on the cover over his tent when he finally just grabbed a knife and made some relief vents in the canvas .. cheryl went to the truck .. . WE all hooked back up at CRACKER BARREL for breakfast and cheryl got a shower .. after all she had slept in the truck ... her and the dog. We went back to asses the damage to items and the new tent went in the dumpster, Stans tent went in the dumpster, the pop up went in the dumpster the kitchen table went in the dumpster. We loaded what was left and off to the FAA we went. Now before we left the motel I checked the radar and it showed a lot of red and yellow coming from the west coast across the glades right towards the FAA meeting site .. yep it was right on track. We stood under other shelters while the FAA had their meeting and we enjoyed a fine meal with some good folks .. oh yeah basket mood and crews were enroute to duck camp in the rain but were holed up at burgeron camp waiting on a slack in the rain to finish the trip. After the meal Stan and I headed for home but about LaBelle the sun broke through and we changed plans and got another motel room .. we had no tents left and the sleeping bags were soaked in the tool box, We went frogging again ... got a few even though we were in 30 mph cross winds.. the ladies waited patiently at the motel. Sunday we went back and rode in the daylight and saw some beautiful scenery found some good access points and camp sites nothing broke, nothing sank, finally we had some good luck once we got away from KING TUTS area. LOL all in all it was quite an adventure .. my city girl may be reconsidering her choice of hanging with me and my airboat it has been quite an adventure for her so far in only a couple of years. She has a outlook on life and now realizes work is for resting because the weekends can be a little tough.
Stan and I and our better halves were enjoying some wonderful pulled pork and cuban coffee at the 27 cafe after a trail run in the glades when we decided the wind was getting stronger and colder so back to the camp we went. We checked all the tie downs decided to reinforce the screen room put on a pot of coffee and decided we were ready for the night ... WRONG..
The rain was comin down sideways Stan placed the extra pop up canopy over his tent as an extra layer of protection we had the screen room full of cooking equipment chairs and tables and the coolers. The women headed off to relax out of the rain in the tents and it got bad... real bad.
The wind wa sgusting hard enough when I looked out of the screen room my tent with marcy in it was laid down almost flat then the wind let up and it popped back up. Stans pop top cover was leaning and swaying so we made some emergencvy repairs to it with duct tape and went back to finish some coffe and stare in amazement at how hard it was storming. Marcy hollered out .. there aint a dry spot in here, Stan and I just shrugged it off knowing how women exaggerate things .. well stan and I decide to call it a night and get in the tents and I was greeted with an inch of water in the tent floor The air mattress was floating then a gust came and flattened the tent again it lifted the rain flap up and totally drenched anything left that was dry. I told marcy to get ready we were going to the hotel ... she wanted to sleep in the truck but it was only about 1130 and it was looking like a long night ahead.. so I said no way and we loaded up I was running water off of me and it was raining so hard that I tought we were driving down deserted roads in the middle of no where when in reality there were house everywhere on the way to the hotel. We got checked in got a hot shower and a good nights sleep while Stan hung tough .. well about 1230 he had been out several time sto relieve the pressure on the cover over his tent when he finally just grabbed a knife and made some relief vents in the canvas .. cheryl went to the truck .. . WE all hooked back up at CRACKER BARREL for breakfast and cheryl got a shower .. after all she had slept in the truck ... her and the dog. We went back to asses the damage to items and the new tent went in the dumpster, Stans tent went in the dumpster, the pop up went in the dumpster the kitchen table went in the dumpster. We loaded what was left and off to the FAA we went. Now before we left the motel I checked the radar and it showed a lot of red and yellow coming from the west coast across the glades right towards the FAA meeting site .. yep it was right on track. We stood under other shelters while the FAA had their meeting and we enjoyed a fine meal with some good folks .. oh yeah basket mood and crews were enroute to duck camp in the rain but were holed up at burgeron camp waiting on a slack in the rain to finish the trip. After the meal Stan and I headed for home but about LaBelle the sun broke through and we changed plans and got another motel room .. we had no tents left and the sleeping bags were soaked in the tool box, We went frogging again ... got a few even though we were in 30 mph cross winds.. the ladies waited patiently at the motel. Sunday we went back and rode in the daylight and saw some beautiful scenery found some good access points and camp sites nothing broke, nothing sank, finally we had some good luck once we got away from KING TUTS area. LOL all in all it was quite an adventure .. my city girl may be reconsidering her choice of hanging with me and my airboat it has been quite an adventure for her so far in only a couple of years. She has a outlook on life and now realizes work is for resting because the weekends can be a little tough.