This past weekend we headed up to Chewelah Creek for our first "normal" camping trip (the reason I say "normal" is because this is our regular type of camping - vs. the beach camping we did over the 4th). We were very excited to get out of town late Friday afternoon and relax in the wilderness. The weather was forecasted to be HOT all weekend - suits, suncreens, beach towels, sunglasses and books were packed. We each tossed in 1 sweatshirt each for late at night. We knew a campfire was probably out of the question due to the red-flag warning for the hot, dry conditions - and the forest can cool off quite a bit once the sun goes down.
As we headed up Highway 395 on Friday at 4:30pm, we were staring right into the face of HUGE storm clouds that looked to be settled right over Chewelah. Oh boy.... We thought perhaps they were just for show - we heard there MIGHT be lightning storms, but probably no rain reaching the ground. The closer we got, the bigger they became, and sure enough, once we hit Chewelah, we could see that it had POURED right before we got there. Oh goody....
Half an hour later, we reached our campsite to find our good friend Summer and her kids wet and cold - it had rained all day! The temperature dropped 20-degrees on our way up the mountain. They were freezing, but excited that we had brought a little sunshine with us.
The night brought constant lightning, and the dog - and I - didn't sleep at all. All my worries about wildfires kept me up all night. Luckily, Saturday brought some sunshine and an afternoon of basking in the sun trying to get tans, but it wasn't what we expected. Overall we had a great weekend and didn't let the early storm put a damper on our spirits.
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