Meanwhile, my brother who was joining us watched the winds rip the side off of a barn, throw it across the pasture, and through a barbed wire fence. Cows wandered on the road in front of his truck. Thankfully, Drew and his kids made it as far as the ranger’s station where a large tree blocked access to the campground.
The balance between bravery and stupidity is delicate, but my middle son and I knew we needed to pitch our tents quickly. It wasn’t going to get any easier as the gale wasn’t letting up. We headed off into the forest, kept to the trails, and fortunately found our campsite.
I have never been so thankful for high quality pop-up tents. In less than five minutes, we had two tents up and secure. My father returned from rescuing my brother’s family. He dropped off the other children and went to pick up my brother. Seven children under 13 helped me carry our provisions to the campsite.
They literally howled back at the wind and the rain along the way. Not even the hostile weather dampened their spirits.