Sorry about the wise crack OBG.

The towels were the sweat and rain wiper uppers.

Overall, it was really nice. Even though it rained very hard. There was a cool breeze in the shade. And we set up a couple of canopies so that we could keep our little camp kitchen dry and the kids could scamper under when the rains came.

One afternoon, my daughter was a little clingy so I was holding her. I felt a slight change in the wind and looked around and noticed that the clouds were descending down the mountains and blowing towards us. So I yelled that I thought rain was coming. They trusted me enough that they stopped what they were doing and gathered the kids and zipped up the tents. And even before they were done, the heavy rain hit. But we were pretty dry. Every time I felt rain was coming I we had to gather the kids because they were ranging pretty far. But it rained every time so when they get called, they run.

The first really heavy rain of our trip was Friday afternoon. I stayed out in the rain because I had just started our dinner fire and I wanted to make sure we had our bed of coals. I didn't dry off and ended up taking my wet shirt off and putting on a jacket. The wind was actually pretty cold.

One of the moms kept calling me the "fire god" and I had to keep telling her I am just a fire guy. Alan Halcon's nickname is the fire god. One of these days, I gotta see him make a fire in with a hand drill. He gets a coal in .6 seconds it seems.