Since the boat tours of the Lake had been canceled for the next several days and we'd basically seen everything there was so see around the rim on Monday, our loose plans before going to bed that night were to do a bit more sightseeing in the immediate area first thing in the morning, and then decide what else we wanted to do from there. We had the campsite for another night if we wanted to keep it and didn't have to be in Frenchglen for another day.
Early the next morning, I wake up and decide to go ahead and get up and start making breakfast. It was quite a bit cooler than the previous morning, and the best way to combat that is to be close to a good source of heat. The camping stove, in this case, worked perfectly for that. First things first though, I head to the bathroom. On my way there, I think to myself "Self, it looks like it's going to rain today." Well I was only really in there long enough to brush my teeth, but before I exited I heard the unmistakable "tap tap" sound of raindrops on a metal roof. Surely enough, rain was coming down in a pretty steady downpour. I run back to the campsite and quickly decide to take shelter in the car for a few minutes to let the rain subside. After it dies down a bit, I venture back out to fire up the stove and start making breakfast. After juggling all sorts of wet and soggy plates and containers, Darrick finally emerges from the tent equally annoyed about the rain during breakfast, and we quickly confirm that our camping adventure has come to an end. We just simply didn't have the necessary gear to deal with rainy camping. I finish cooking breakfast while Darrick "packs" the tent (aka throws the whole muddy mess into a giant duffel bag and tosses it into the back of the car) along with the rest of the camping gear. Really, it was quite fast and efficient.
Soggy breakfast burritos safely ingested, we head out with hopes of rain-less skies at our next destination: Bend.
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