Part II was going to be a tent campout with the Cub Scouts this past weekend. I had everything packed up Friday night and we were going to head out Saturday morning after the kids swim class. My wife kept asking me why I was bothering, as it was calling for hard rain. Given the accuracy of weather-people, I figured it would be a problem.
Saturday morning came and I checked the radar. We were going to get it - and get it bad. Best-case scenario would be we'd be stuck in the tents all afternoon and evening in a heavy rain. However, the storm had already caused damage with heavy winds, hail, thunder & lightning. The kicker was the tornados. My son was disappointed, but understood. I figured it was a valuable lessen in not taking unneccessary risks, and putting off enjoyment when needed.
Of course, Mr. Murphy then called, and it didn't start the deluge until late in the day - when it was supposed to hit at 11:00am! All afternoon long my son kept looking at the sky, and I could tell he was wondering why we hadn't gone. I felt like a heel. Of course, when the thunder, lightning and buckets of rain started, he realized it was for the best.
Still, though I know it was the right decision, part of me feels like a wimp...
Should have know the date would be bad luck. Beware the ides of March...
