It's a beautiful morning

I really shouldn't be posting to the blog. I should be stretched out beneath the pines near a running stream while Lexi and Allen play in the water and enjoy nature.

We were close. So close. In fact, we were loading up the trailer and just mere hours from leaving. Lexi was playing with a friend so we could have a few hours to work hard and be ready to leave when she got home. I was wiping out the fridge in the trailer and inconspicuously running the water. You turn on the pump when you want to run the water. Since we were hooked up, I had Allen make sure to keep the water hose attached so we wouldn't use any from the tank. As he hooked us up, I hear spraying, gooshing, a sound like a toilet flushing and feel water at my feet. I look down and the whole trailer is filling with water! I scream for Allen, turn off the pump, turn off the water and run to turn off the hook up to the house. It's too late. The trailer is flooded and it's clear that the pump is blown and probably some of the pipes around it. After some muttering, cussing and laughing, we decide to shut down the camping trip and make some other plans.

Just a little re-cap here with regard to our last few camping trips: we go to Lumsden and nearly die on the road down, it rains, Brent's car catches fire. Next year, Dinky Creek. Brent in hospital, the rest of us barf our guts at camp and then drive home. The next 2 years we (me and Laura) forbid even the mention of camping. A year later we take 4 month old Lexi and get flooded and pack, running in the rain and high tail it home. Then, we buy a trailer. Finally, civilized camping. We head out for Utah only to put a full tank of gasoline in the diesel at 5 a.m. in Moab, spend 5 hours on the side of the road while it gets fixed, three days later we get all of the shocks replaced on the diesel, the next day we get all 4 tires replaced on the trailer - after being on the side of the road for about 3 hours in 102 degree weather - Allen prayed that if he did get run over by the big rigs flying by at 70 mph that he would die, not just be maimed. Now, we've killed the pump and water tank on our big investment - our ticket to family memories, happiness and an attempt at some sanity. Are these signs, or just normal fallout of being alive?

So, we are going to put up Lexi's playground this weekend. It's pouring rain and there is lighting with thunder. Allen continues to work anyway. I Be Streakin' is petrified of water and is our personal barometer. At the mere mention of water, he can be found peeking out of his stall. Really, I'll see him meandering about one minute, notice the weather is getting ugly, look up and he's already in his stall.

Streakin' protecting himself from the evil water

It's actually hailing and there is quite a bit of lightening around our house

Since we have nothing better to do, I'll be posting our progress throughout the weekend. We hope at least someone out there is doing something fun with the extra day off.