One more reason why I hate camping

I can explain this camp out in three words, but mom wants me to write more. Here goes. The three words are, Cold, Wet, Windy. The reason why it's cold is obvious, we were camping in January. Wet has more to it than you'd expect. Of course, when it rains things get wet. everyone knows that. But there's more. We didn't get the rain tarp on properly (that or the tent needs to be re-waterproofed) so our tent was full of water. Due to the pillows, sleeping bags and clothes lying around the tent, all the water was quickly soaked up. That's a good thing. A bad thing is that this made it hard to sleep. My only pair of jeans were so soaked that I could have dropped them in the river by our camp site and they wouldn't have gotten any more wet. The next morning, breakfast was provided, meant for twice as many people as were there, so we got a good breakfast. Then we went to the activities. There are only two things that need to be said about this. Tomahawk throwing, and a fun game called sneak up. In sneak up, one person sits beside a real cowbell. Then, everyone else tries to take the cowbell back to the starting point without muffling the sound. If the person sitting there points directly at you, you're out of the game. That's it.
       
                The Great Conn