camping

This spring break I learned NEVER to go camping in San Antonio.
It rained four of the six days I was there- and when I say rain, I don't mean the sissy little drizzles that people in Fort Worth try to pass off as rain, I mean 80mph winds and flash floods.

Eventually we just gave up on the "rustic outdoors" idea, folded up our tents and slept in the lodge.

In the intermittent periods of time when it wasn't raining, we had to put up with sunburn-inducing desert heat.

Feels just like home...