One summer in college, I went on a camping trip with a small group of friends of mine. It was me, three guys (Adam, Blake, and Danny), and one other girl (Alyssa). Adam’s family had a cabin in the woods that had room for 6 people and he said his family would be cool with us staying there for a little while over the summer. We started planning this trip months in advance. We were all really excited for it and thought it would be a lot of fun. I had gone camping only a couple of times when I was younger, and I usually had a pretty good time.
Because there was so much planning involved in this, we couldn’t really shift the date. We settled on the last week of July awhile ago, and we said we would go no matter the weather. We kept being afraid that it would rain, but almost the exact opposite happened: it was the middle of a brutal heatwave. It looked like mother nature decided that it would start as soon as we got to the campsite and wouldn’t end until the last night we were there.