This year’s trip to Lost Prairie was the wettest I can remember – by a long shot. I think maybe one year in the five previous years, I remember a little bit of drizzle …. but nothing like the storms Mother Nature unleashed this boogie.
After missing two years, Kevin decided to go again, and since his drive over from Seattle coincided with our arrival in Spokane, we skipped the rental car and he picked us up on the way over (and dropped us off again on the return). It was great fun to reprise all our past road trips through Washington, Idaho, and Montana. We arrived in the late afternoon with plenty of time to set up our tents in the daylight before the evening fell.
The middle of that first night unleashed the first of several storms; fortunately, our tent did really great and kept us (relatively) warm and (completely) dry inside. I think it took till noon or 1 to start jumping on Thursday, but we made it through most of that day dry. Another storm greeted us Friday morning, keeping the planes on the ground till after 4 p.m. I did learn how to play cribbage, as well as get in on some good $5-buyin Texas Hold ‘Em games, so all was not lost.
Saturday started out clearer, though there were some clouds rolling in and out throughout the day. All in all, a very weird Prairie … but still absolutely wonderful.
Sunday we packed up and headed back towards Spokane … with wonderful memories as usual.