| Relieved to finally find a great camping site, we thought no one saw us drive up to the mountain top. Well, we had about 15 minutes of peace before the crowds came but they did not stick around long. |
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It was an absolutely beautiful view standing at 2,217 m (7,274 ft) high and staring out over the valley below. |
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Our peace did not last long before the kids found us. This was just one family’s worth. |
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They were nice though and helped Rasa set up the tent. |
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Our view only lasted a couple of hours before the evening fog rolled in. It was a little ominous so we moved our tent closer to the car for shelter. |
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Everyone was huddling under the tarp to escape the mist and trying to help Dave start a fire. |
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Out of nowhere, the wind switched 180° causing the fog to clear. We hardly noticed the kids running for shelter but when that storm slammed into us and Dave, who we all looked to as our stalwart captain, yelled to run for the car, we abandoned everything without thinking twice. |
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The rain soaked us to the bone within seconds. The wind ripped our tarp down, flipped the table, and collapsed the tent. I retrieved our dinner from the rain but was only able to salvage soggy potatoes, half-cooked sausages, raw onions, garlic, tomatoes, and stale bread. |
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| After warming up a bit in the shelter of the car, we finished off our waterlogged dinner with a great bottle of port! When the stormed passed, we ventured out to survey the damage and immediately realized everything was going need drying out before we left the next morning. |
