On Sunday we went camping. Brad was just determined despite the weather. We woke up on Sunday and what do you know it was sunny! Thank god i was thinking, i don't want to camp in the rain. But Brad assured me that IF it did rain we were A. OK cause he had just bought a new tent, and some ponchos (which i might add i thought was a waste of money) So after hours literally of packing all of our shit, we were off. We went to Thistle which is up Spanish fork canyon. We get to thistle road and what do you know it starts raining. Well I thought it will probably stop before we get there since the weather did say 30% chance of rain. Ya I don't think so, I don't get that lucky. We find a sweet spot that has a riding spot right in the next campground. As we start setting up our shit its starts to pour of course. So instantly I'm thinking OK lets pack up this shit an go home I'm done. I'm not a big camper, I really don't like to get dirty and I really really really HATE peeing outside. But everyone loves it so I'm a trooper and I go. Brad had a blast riding in the rain and the mud as did the boys. Jake made a point of telling me mud is not big deal, if you fall in it it doesn't hurt and it just sticks to you and its no big deal. Izac was telling Brad that he was the funnest person to ride with ever! Jake turned around an said " ya dad that's fur true you are!" So as it got dark the rain stopped and well we stayed. So we go to bed, Izac and Jake were in sleeping bags all comfy and warm, an Anson slept between me and Brad. Oh god was it the worst sleep i ever got! All night he was screaming in my ear probably every hour, and when he wasn't doing that he was slapping me in the face. Oh and i forgot the part about our NEW tent was wet, Brad swears it was because it was raining when we put it up. Me and brad were squished on the futon mattress cause the edges were wet. So Anson wakes up at 6:30 right when I was finally warm and was almost in a deep sleep. He starts babbling and such then he decides to slap me and hit me with a flash light ya no shit. Ah I kept thinking that's it I'm done I'm NEVER going camping again. I was so tired and pissed i was ready to smack brad and tell lets get it together and leave i don't give a shit what time it is. But I didn't I fell back asleep as did Anson. We woke up to a marvelous day the sun was shinning and it was warm and toasty. So at this point i really just need some coffee which we didn't have.. So we rode for a while then decide its time to pack it up. We start to take our tent down and what do you know the damn pole broke and its poking through the top of the now ripped tent. Ya can you believe that? Brand new and it rips oh hell no we are going to take that piece of shit back to the store! When we do we will go camping again but this time I'm gonna check the weather and unless its clear Sky's, I am NOT going! Here are some picture that I took as you can see the boys had a blast!