1. Remember me telling you about how I hit my thumb with a hatchet while trying to chop wood almost a month ago? Yeah. Well...I did it again. Right between my thumb and pointer finger on the same hand. It hurts like a mother, though the new injury isn't as bad as the old, still-healing injury. Same way, too. Chopping wood for the fire. Pictures later. Nah. Never happened. Though it could have had a hatchet been present on the occasions I lit the fire.
2. In my last post I mentioned "stinky rugs". The reason the rug stank was because we parked over a mole's abode and must have squashed one during the set up of the camper and subsequent rug placement. The stink? Yeah. You guessed it - dead critter. Joyous. We're trying to save the rug, but are not hopeful. (the dead mole was not pretty either - looked like a mole pancake) True on parking over a mole's home, but not on the dead mole. The rug was stinky because it was one we had in the living room when K3 and K4 were younger and it took it's share of milk and food spillage. Getting wet released the odors and it didn't seem to matter what we tried.
3. I also mentioned flooded tents in my last post. That would be K4's hardly used tent. She bought it herself three years ago, and has only managed to sleep in it maybe twice. Now it's nearly too small for her, which is beside the point. She was determined to sleep in it this campout. She and K3 put it up and she stowed her gear inside. Then it rained. And rained. And rained. And flooded. Big time. Because, apparently, they put the rain fly on wrong and instead of deflecting the rain, it funnelled it directly into the tent. Yes. Her sleeping bag didn't dry until the last day because the rain would hit before I had a chance to get it off the clothesline. Also, I don't think the tent is waterproof at all.
So there you have it.
I might be back with another summer survival post later. We'll see...