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The kids have no idea who the Three Stooges are, but sleeping in between the two rollers and trying to dodge their random super swift limb extensions made me feel like I was reenacting the Three Stooges. Being wide awake turned out to be a blessing because the heat lightning started looking more like a fourth of July fireworks finale and the wind began to pick up. Then the wind sounded suspiciously like approaching rain. Cody karate kicked Scott and I took the opportunity to ask him if he heard the rain. No sooner had Scott sleepily finished saying it was just wind then drops began to fall into the tent. I have put the fly on in the dark quite a few times and Scott many more times than I, but it has been a while and we fumbled in our sleepy state trying to find the right direction. Last night I asked before I retreated from the mosquito swarm into the tent if we needed the fly. Scott said not worry as the forecast showed only a 5am sprinkle. The 5am sprinkle not only came early, but down poured into four and a half hours. The storm meant water was going to seep into the tent, but on the upside the sticky humidity was replaced with a cool cleansing summer storm. Listening to summer storms in the tent is one of my favorite parts about camping.
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