With just a solitary post-it note of addresses to guide us, our adventuresome trio set out for some total fall break epicness. The first stop was 160 miles away at McKinney Falls State Park. I had needed a place to camp near the Tough Mudder race the next day, and the website boasted "primitive" campsites, waterfalls, and rock climbing...
There is a significant difference in the interpretation of "primitive" based on prior camping experiences. My standard for primitive is based on hacking a spot for a tent out of the side of a glacier, digging a latrine with a shovel, and trying not to get killed by rocks falling off the mountain in the morning.
Their idea of primitive... Well, they didn't have a laundromat, I'll give them that. And the rough wood finish of the picnic tables really added to the rustic atmosphere of the campsite.
Other than that, the location was great. Because of the drought, the waterfalls had become waterdrips, but this expanded the amount of rock faces we had to climb and jump on.
That may not look like much, but the amount of psychological effort it takes to jump across a 15 foot deep chasm is surprising.
Our rock adventures were soon turned into water adventures because:
1) we wanted to go swimming
2) it started raining so hard, that if we hadn't wanted to go swimming, we still would not have had the option of remaining dry.
Eventually, we retired to the tent for shelter and a very muddy dinner (Us being the muddy ones, not the dinner). When it stopped raining, we decided to take the fly off to see if we could have more ventilation for the night. Naturally, this provoked the rain to pour non-stop for the next 10 hours.
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