We’d planned the trip for weeks. A drive in the Jeep down into the wilderness and a long hike along a trail deep in the woods. A smidge of weed was procured to augment the journey. We each had small bags packed days in advance, loaded with snacks and water along with some light camping gear in case we wanted to extend our stay.
Three days from the trip and it was non-stop raining. The hot August summer had turned truly soggy and as the day of our departure loomed, we both took to feeling a bit moody that our time together would be ruined by heavy rains. We’d planned to leave early on a Friday morning and as it rained heavier and heavier on Thursday with more rain in the forecast, we sank further into a funk and we started sniping at each other over what to do instead of our planned event.
Friday morning dawned, gloriously sunny and the weatherman said that the area where we’d planned to stay would be clear. Excited and giddy, we hastily got our shit together, jumped in the Jeep, and headed off.